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withering-spring · 1 year

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Saf this is beautiful <3

A Night Out ~ Aemond x Reader

request: So now that requests are open 😏…. What do you think about a fic where y/n has lived in kings landing her whole life but has never left the safety of the red keep. She expresses to her best friend Helaena that she wants to travel the world one day but when Aegon over hears her he makes fun of her with Aemond, telling her she wouldn’t last a day. To prove them wrong she sneaks out of the castle but Aemond follows her to make sure she doesn’t get hurt 🥰 ~ @missscarletta7 word count: 1.1k warnings: suggestive language, mentions of reader being in danger, nothing explicit note: love this request, I love me a protective Aemond 😩 thanks for the request friend 💚

“I should like to travel,” you tell Helaena, who rests with her head in your lap, eyes closed as the summer sun washes over her.

“Would you?” Helaena murmurs, keeping her eyes closed. A soft smile decorates her lovely face.

“You wouldn’t last a day in the world,” Aegon says, chuckling from where he also lays in the grass.

The days had grown cold with the promise of autumn, but for some reason today the weather was lovely. The sun bathed the gardens in warmth, which led to everyone spending as much time in the sun as possible.

Aemond doesn’t lay, he is seated on a bench nearby, and a book open across his lap as he listens to the conversation. Your cheeks flush at Aegon’s teasing.

“That is not true-”

“It is true,” he says sitting up to face you, “you’ve been kept in the Keep your whole life. The second you leave this castle wicked men will corrupt you.”

Helaena opens her eyes then, turning her head toward her brother.

“Come now Aeg, you shall frighten her,” she says, defending her lady-in-waiting. Aegon shrugs.

“I speak only the truth, a lovely creature such as yourself is destined to ruin.”

Your mouth drops open, cheeks pink.

“What horrible things you say, Aegon,” you scold, “and anyhow it is not like I would go unarmed.”

Aegon cocks a brow at you.

“And what access to the armory do you have, my lady?” he questions causing you to pout.

“Ser Criston would allow me a weapon of my choosing, I am sure of it,” you tell him. Aegon chuckles.

“That would be rather unwise of him,” Aemond chimes in, “considering you’ve never had a lesson with the blade in your life.”

Your frown deepens.

“How hard can it be?” you challenge, causing Aemond to close his book.

“Hard enough,” Aemond tells you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Stay where it is safe, my lady,” he tells you, “I hope to not see you on my own adventures into the streets of King’s Landing.”

Your cheeks seem to darken at this, knowing Aegon is referring to his trips to the Streets of Silk.

That night you decide you will go into town. You shall prove them wrong.

Aemond was returning from a rather late night spent in the library. He has gotten into reading a new book and lost track of time, only stopping when his candle fizzled out.

As he walked down the silent corridors he spotted you, a cape draped over your shoulders, as you pulled the hood over your head. Where on earth were you going? What were you doing?

Your movements were slow and calculated as you evaded several goldcloaks, as a small kitten would evade the crashing feet of passersby. Aemond found himself smirking, as he watched you. Grabbing a cloak of his own, he decided he would follow you. He could not let one of his sister’s ladies fall prey to the madness outside of these walls. It wouldn’t be right.

Somehow, someway, he followed as you made your way through the gates unseen.

He follows behind you, remaining unseen as you find your way to a tavern. Aemond enters several moments after you, planning to continue to guard you against afar.

You sit at a table, removing your hood, eyes lit up with wonder. A tavern girl walks over to you.

“What’ll it be?” she says, gruffly, with her hands on her hips.

“Is there something you recommend?” you ask and the lady makes a face at you.

“We have mead, and we have bread,” she tells you.

“Sounds lovely,” you tell her and she walks away, perplexed.

Aemond chuckles to himself, keeping his head low. He is terribly recognizable, let alone with just his Valyrian coloring. The eyepatch does not allow for anonymity.

“Hello beautiful,” a voice says, causing you to turn. A man gazes down at you.

“Good evening,” you say politely, feeling your heartbeat thumping against your chest.

“Fancy a shag?” he asks, and your eyes widen.

“No,” you tell him, but he grabs your arm, pulling you from your seat.

“Come deary, let me show you what I can-”

The man never has the chance to finish his sentence as he is torn away from you. You fall back against the table, the corner biting into your hip. The man had been thrown to the floor and moaned in pain.

You look toward your savior, a tall man hidden behind a cloak.

“The lady said no,” he says, voice caressing you like silk. Wait a minute. You know that voice.

Your savior turns to you, keeping his head low, but you spot the patch across his face.

“Aem-” you begin before he brings a finger to his lips to silence you.

“Come,” he says, taking your hand and leading you from the tavern into the streets. He brings you to a nearby alley, away from the bustling chatter of the nightlife.

“Did you follow me?” you accuse.

“I only planned on watching, if only you needed assistance,” he tells you, “which you did.”

“I could have handled myself,” you argue.

“Oh could you?” he teases, but his eye widens as you reveal a small blade from the pockets of your skirts.

“Yes,” you insist.

Aemond lets out a laugh.

“You planned to stab a man in the middle of a tavern?”

“I will do what needs to be done!” you tell him, “I am not a maiden in need of protection.”

You remind him yet again of a small kitten, claws out. Aemond finds himself grinning at your ferocity.

“What if I enjoy protecting you?” he tells you.

You scoff, cheeks reddening.

“You are making fun of me,” you accuse, bringing a hand up to push his chest.

Aemond grabs your hand, taking a step forward, forcing you backward until your back hits the wall.

“What would you do?” he asks, as your breathing picks up, “if I was a madman, wanting to have his way with you right now, right here?”

You wet your lips at the implication.

“Because that is what that man was thinking,” he tells you, his face serious, “stab me? The goldcloaks would throw you in a black cell. Or worse.”

Your gaze flickers to his mouth before you turn your head away.

“I just wanted to see,” you tell him, “I know, I know it is dangerous. I just do not wish to live life like a prisoner.”

Aemond watches you as your eyes become glassy with frustrated tears.

“I can give you that,” Aemond tells you, placing a hand under your chin. You meet his gaze.

“You need only ask,” Aemond continues, watching as your lips part.

“Please,” you beg, and Aemond connects his lips to yours, kissing you with such ferocity you are sure you shall melt into the wall behind you.

“I shall not be kept locked up in the Keep,” you breathe against his mouth. He hums before kissing you once more.

“You do not need to be,” he murmurs, “Vhagar can take you anywhere you wish to go. As long as you take me with you.”

note: UGH my heart explodes with fluffy protective Aemond why can't I be pushed up against a wall by him 😩 hope you enjoyed it loves 💚

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withering-spring · 1 year

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: The band regroups at Jace and Luke's apartment to review the evening, and figure out what they should do about Rhaenrya.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (explicit sex, oral) language, fighting, mentions of blood.

word count: 4.4k

note: thank you so much for all the love so far! I literally love reading your responses, hope you enjoy this part! 💚

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“Baela-”

“You’re fucking Aemond?”

You don't answer. Baela scoffs. She’d followed you back to the bathroom as you returned to retrieve your clutch. You’d left it on the floor in your haste.

“Fuck,” she says a mixture of anger and pride in her voice.

“I know,” you tell her, face falling.

She wets her lips, steps closer to you, and places her hands on your shoulders. You feel your eyes tingle with tears.

“Look, you’re my best friend, and I love you,” Baela says, “but Rhaena is my sister. You tell her, or I will.”

That was before the car ride back to Jace’s. The band figured that was the best place to meet at this hour. You’d all piled in Aemond’s car, Aegon was in no shape to drive and now sat in the living room of Jace and Luke’s apartment. You’d all barely spoken on the ride there.

“What does this even mean?” Luke asked, a confused expression on his face.

“It means we’re in deep shit,” Helaena answers.

Jace taps his fingers on the counter as Helaena is flipping through the paperwork that had been handed to Aegon. Her brows are knit together in concentration as she skims the pages.

“Why exactly is Rhaenyra suing us?” he asks.

“Not just us, Aegon mostly,” Helaena answers, reading the paperwork, “he’s the vocalist on her song after all.”

Iron Throne.

The song Rhaenrya wrote. The song Rhaenyra owned the rights to. Fuck.

“It’s not a big fucking deal,” Aegon says from the sofa.

He’s nursing a drink he somehow smuggled out of Dragonpit. The door closes behind you as Aemond enters from the other room, and all eyes fall on him.

“I just got off the phone with Otto,” he tells the room.

Rhaena crosses her arms standing up from where she sits on the couch with Luke opposite Aegon, a concerned look on her face.

“He said he’s taking care of it, he’s with his attorney Jason Lannister now,” Aemond informs.

Aegon raises his glass to his brother, saluting him. Baela rolls her eyes, it's almost an unconscious reaction to anything he does now.

“See? Nothing to worry about,” Aegon says, finishing the drink and slamming the glass on the table.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell us?” Jace says, attracting the attention of the room.

Baela moves toward him, placing a hand on his arm.

“What?” Aegon says though it's like he’s barely listening.

“Aeg-” Helaena begins, eyes teary.

She brings her thumb to her mouth, tearing at the skin nervously with her teeth. Aemond notices, bringing his hand to her arm, and gently pulling it away from her lips.

“Rhaenyra still owned the rights?” Jace hissed, “we fucking blindsided her?”

Luke’s face pales as he listens to his brother’s words. His gaze flickers between Jace and Aemond.

“What?” Luke asks, “what did he say?”

“Otto said it wasn’t a big deal,” Helaena argued, “he said it happens all the time when members leave bands. That there was a contract-”

“We stole her fucking song,” Jace interrupts.

Helaena’s mouth closes. She looks toward her brothers. Jace follows her gaze, and understanding washes over him. He rubs a hand over his face, pushing his hair off of his forehead.

“All three of you knew?” Jace says, incredulously.

The green siblings are silent.

“What the fuck guys?” Luke whispers, staring toward the floor.

Rhaena places her hand in his, attempting to comfort him. Baela looks at you but you can’t meet her eyes. Her lips part and her brow furrows.

You knew.

“I’m done,” Jace says, retreating to his room, “I didn’t sign up for this. This was low.”

“Jace, c’mon,” Helaena calls, but he’s already slamming the bedroom door.

Baela crosses her arms over her chest.

“This is fucked up,” Luke says, still in shock.

“Grow up,” Aemond snaps, “this is business. It’ll be fine.”

Luke’s face contorts into a snarl.

“I didn’t sign up for this-”

“Get your head out of the clouds,” Aemond hisses at him, “and grow some fucking balls.”

“Can you think of Rhaenrya for one fucking second?” Luke asks, coming closer to him.

Rhaena tries to keep him next to her, but he breaks free.

“I don’t give a shit about Rhaenyra or her song,” Aemond says.

“Yeah, we’ve gathered that,” Luke says, “Aemond only cares about his-fucking-self.”

“Back off.”

“Why don’t you make me?”

Aemond steps forward but Luke throws the first punch, connecting with Aemond’s jaw. Then it's chaos. Everyone is screaming, and Aegon is lunging at Jace as he re-enters the room. There are fists flying everywhere.

“Get the fuck out!” Jace says, pushing Aegon towards Aemond.

“Everyone fucking out!”

Rhaena is holding Luke’s head in her lap, tears streaming down her face. Luke’s face is bloodied, so much so it makes your eyes widen with shock. You were frozen to the spot, it all happened so fast.

Helaena grabs Aemond, pushing him through the door. There is blood on her silver dress but Aemond barely has a hair out of place.

Aegon pushes by you, snatching a bottle of whiskey from Jace’s bar cart.

You stand in between the door, and the apartment, the light from the hallway illuminates you. They left the door open, almost as though expecting you to follow. You meet Baela’s eyes, as she strokes Jace’s head, he’s slumped on the counter, knuckles bloody. She tilts her head, already understanding.

“Y/N,” she says.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her, and follow the siblings out of Jace’s apartment.

You walk out of the building, into the cool night air. You’re not dressed for this. Aegon is crouched on the sidewalk, and Helaena and Aemond are deep in conversation, as he flexes his hand. His knuckles are raw, the veins in his hands prominent.

“You okay?” you ask Aegon, leaning down.

He grins a bloody smile at you.

“Never better,” he answers, before rinsing his mouth with whiskey, spitting the bloody mixture on the sidewalk.

You step away in time to avoid the spittle from grazing your shoes. A car pulls up to the curb suddenly, rolling its tinted windows down.

“Uber for Aegon?” the driver calls, and Aegon gets to his feet.

He sniffles and turns to you, as though remembering you’re there.

“Wanna come?” he asks, outstretching his hand.

“Where?”

“Out.”

You glance at Aemond. He’s watching you, of course. You bring your gaze back to Aegon, his waiting expression. The dead look in his red-rimmed eyes, as though he couldn’t care less what answer you give him.

“I’m good,” you tell him.

He drops his hand and gets in the car, not sparing you or his siblings a second glance.

“Y/N,” Helaena says as the car pulls away.

She’s next to you now, watching you.

“You want to come to my place for the night?”

You nod and she slings an arm around your shoulder, squeezing close attempting to warm you.

“C’mon,” she says, and you begin the short walk to her apartment.

You glance behind you, but Aemond is already on the phone again, speaking rapidly.

“Don’t worry about him,” Helaena says, “he has to stay in the loop or he’ll go crazy.”

“I get it,” you tell her.

You spend the night on Helaena’s couch, staring into the eyes of her bearded dragon Dreamfye who looks at you from her habitat across the room. You don’t get much sleep, Dreamfyre has mastered the staring contest, sticking her tongue out through her scaly lips.

Helaena wakes early, handing you a cup of coffee before opening the blinds.

“Sleep well?” she asks, stretching and revealing the centipede tattoo that snakes its way up her ribs and disappears below her silk pajama shorts.

Helaena is covered in creepy crawlers, you can see the spider that decorates the back of her ear as she wears her hair up.

“Like a baby,” you lie, and Helaena snorts.

You take a sip from your mug as Helaena takes Dreamfyre from her habitat. She joins you on the couch, placing the lizard on her chest. The staring contest continues.

“Where’d Aegon go last night?” Helaena asked.

“He just said out, I’m not sure,” you tell her.

She nods, taking a sip from her mug. You sit in silence for a moment.

“You’re really done with him?” Helaena asks.

There’s no judgment in her tone, just curiosity.

“Yeah,” you tell her the truth, “yeah I am.”

She nods. Dreamfyre sticks her tongue out, rising with Helaena’s breath.

“I’m staying away from rockstars,” you joke, trying to ease the tension.

Helaena quirks an eyebrow.

“Oh?” she says, taking another sip.

You feel your cheeks heat up. She doesn’t know, Aemond wouldn’t tell her, right? Helaena looks at you over her steaming cup, as she continues to take dainty sips of her coffee. You force a smile on your face and nod.

“Good for you,” she tells you.

Her eyes call you a liar.

Later that day you show up at Aegon and Aemond’s apartment. You’d left the things you meant to collect after your kitchen rendezvous with Aemond. Important things were left behind, like your favorite bottle of perfume, your cutest bra, and things like that. Things you need.

You knock on the apartment door. You’d left your keys after the first night you and Aemond hooked up. No one answers. You try the handle and find it unlocked, letting yourself in.

“Hello?” you call, walking inside, “Aegon? Aemond?”

There’s still no response. You walk down the hall, into Aegon’s room. The bed is still unmade. He’s likely not been home if he went out. Figures. You gather the belongings you meant to acquire some previous nights ago.

As you walk into the hall you glance down to the last bedroom. Aemond’s room. You’d never been in before, save for one time when you drunkenly found yourself at his door. You had opened the door to him laying on his bed, a book in his hands.

“I know you,” you’d slurred, causing him to chuckle.

“Wrong room, princess.”

“Maybe the right room.”

Aemond had raised an eyebrow at that, before rising from his bed.

“Go to bed, Y/N,” he had said, before firmly shutting the door.

The door is closed but you’re sure he’s not here. Slowly you creep down the hallway and open the door. His scent hits you immediately.

His room is what you’d been expecting. Eerily tidy, bed made perfectly. His bass stands in the corner, and a gym bag tossed to the floor is the only thing out of place. He has a large bookshelf, lined with books, all alphabetized. Nerd.

You walk inside glancing at a picture that stands next on the nightstand next to his bed. It’s kid Aemond, clearly, and a very old-looking dog. You can’t help but smile at his boyish grin.

“What are you doing?”

You nearly jump out of your skin, turning around.

“Jesus fucking christ,” you yell, as you face Aemond.

He stands in the doorway, an amused expression on his face, one hand resting lazily on the top of the doorframe. The position makes his t-shirt ride up, exposing his toned midriff.

“Serves you right,” he says.

“Sorry,” you mumble, not sure where to look.

“That’s Vhagar,” he tells you, nodding to the picture, “she was the best dog.”

“I didn’t know you guys had another dog.”

“That’s because Aegon only cares about Sunfyre.”

You nod, feeling your chest grow tighter thinking of the happy golden retriever who resides with Alicent. You’d likely not be seeing him again.

Aemond doesn’t move, just watches you from the doorway, blocking your escape.

“What are you doing?” he asks again.

“I was getting my stuff.”

“Your stuff’s not in my room.”

“It’s not in anyone’s room anymore,” you snarkily reply.

Aemond bites his lower lip, eyes running over you. You can sense where this is going, the air in the room suddenly feels hot, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“I’m going to tell Rhaena,” you blurt out suddenly.

Aemond’s hand drops from the top of the doorframe.

“Okay,” he says, rather nonchalantly.

“Okay?”

He takes a step toward you, and you instinctively back up, the back of your knees hitting the edge of his bed.

“Rhaena’s not my girlfriend,” Aemond tells you, as though reminding you.

“Will you stop saying that?” you tell him, “you know she likes you. I’m a bad friend. I’ve broken girl code.”

Aemond raises a brow.

“Girl code?”

You cross your arms and sigh, rolling your eyes at him. Men can be such idiots.

“Don’t fuck the dude your friend likes?” you tell him.

Aemond ponders your statement for a moment.

“I’ve broken guy code,” he says shrugging, “don’t fuck your brother’s ex-girlfriend.”

Don’t fuck your ex-boyfriend’s brother. Another code you’ve undoubtedly broken.

“Looks like we’re both rule breakers,” Aemond tells you, taking another step forward, closing the space between you.

You glare up at him.

“Stop that,” you tell him.

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“I’m just talking to you, princess.”

You sigh dramatically though the usual condescending nickname sends a shiver rolling through you. Your cheeks flush and you look away, hoping Aemond has not noticed.

“Are we really being that bad?” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, recapturing your gaze.

“We are,” you tell him.

He leans his face closer, his nose caressing your neck, dragging up the side of your face. He inhales your scent, a low growl in the back of his chest. He slides his mouth across your cheek, lips barely ghosting across until they’re level with your lips.

“I guess you’re right,” he agrees.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whisper against his lips, fingers playing with the edge of his t-shirt.

You don’t remember reaching for him, but somehow your hands have a mind of their own.

“I agree,” Aemond murmurs against your mouth, not quite kissing you, “it's a bad, bad, idea Y/N.”

The way he purrs your name has your back arching, pressing yourself against him.

“I’ll go,” you say, with no conviction behind it.

Aemond’s hands are dangerous. Sexy, but dangerous. One wraps itself around your waist, the other lingers near your ribs, his thumb smoothing the side of your breast.

“Then go,” he teases, though the hand on your waist holds you securely against him.

You bring a hand around his neck, forcing his mouth to yours. He doesn’t resist, humming against your lips as you kiss him. The perfect pout of his mouth against yours has you nearly

whining with need. His lips are so soft, so warm, so needy against your own.

“Fuck, we can’t,” you say, momentarily breaking the kiss.

“I know,” Aemond says, hand tangling in your hair, connecting your mouths once more, “I know, I know.”

The kisses get sloppier, and more demanding with each passing second. You push against him, forcing him to lie on his back on the bed.

Aemond allows it, you can see his cock straining in his pants, as you climb on top of him to straddle him.

“This is fucked up,” you tell him, guiding his hands to your breasts.

“Off,” he murmurs.

His hands move to the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric from your body. You reach behind you, unclasping your bra, and freeing your breasts. You feel shy for a moment, it's been all hateful fucking up until now, he’s never seen you bare like this.

He massages them with his hands, and you tilt your head back, grinding against him. He pleasures you for a moment, tweaking your hardened nipples before twisting you to lay on the bed, him on top of you. Aemond maneuvers down your legs, bringing your pants with him. He loops his fingers through your underwear, leaving you completely bare.

“Tell me to stop,” Aemond says, pulling your thighs apart, resting comfortably between them.

He looks up at you, the pupil of his violet eye nearly blown black.

“Tell me to get up, and I will,” he tells you, fingers curling around your thighs.

“Aemond-” you say as he leans forward, licking a stripe from your clenching hole to your sensitive clit. You whimper, biting into your hand, wiggling your hips. You’re embarrassingly wet already.

“Tell me,” Aemond repeats, blowing slightly on your clit.

You feel yourself trembling, growing wetter as Aemond kitten licks your folds, tongue probing your entrance, back up to your clit. He gives you minimal pressure, it's all smooth gentle flutters that have your nerve endings on fire, screaming with need.

“Aemond,” you moan.

You let out a shaky breath as he parts your thighs with his fingers, as you attempt to squeeze around his head trapping him. He answers you with a hum, his lips barely brushing against your clit. Your hips jerk up, desperately chasing his mouth but he’s quicker, maneuvering away at the last moment, denying you any pressure, any relief. You lose it, completely, and every sane thought in your head vanishes.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper, “please, please Aemond.”

With your words his lips close immediately around your needy clit, tongue swirling around it. The relief is almost instantaneous as he begins to lavish your dripping center with more direct pressure. His tongue is deliciously warm and firm as he eats you out, his lips spreading you apart like a feast.

You’re going to cum soon, his earlier denials felt too incredible. His tongue forces its way inside of you, sharp nose nudging at your swollen clit as your orgasm crashes over you.

Your hands find his head pushing him away, the overstimulation making you cry.

“I knew I’d enjoy hearing you beg,” he murmurs, splaying his hand over your stomach, not letting you rise.

“What?” you ask him, confused as he clicks his tongue.

“What did I tell you?” he asks, pulling your pussy towards him again by the back of your thighs.

He places a sharp bite on the soft skin of your inner thigh, earning a cry of mixed pleasure and pain.

“I’m taking my time with you,” he murmurs, diving into your pussy once more.

You’re kept under Aemond’s tongue for what feels like hours as he continues to pull orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re nothing more than a sobbing, mewling mess atop his sheets. Only then does he trail kisses up your stomach, through the valley between your breasts until covering his mouth against yours. The action feels out of place, too sweet for him, and sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You moan against his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips, feeling the wetness on his chin, and jaw. Your hands move his sweatpants down, releasing his thick length. It nudges at your thighs, at your entrance as you lift your hips to greet him. He slides in effortlessly, your thighs are coated in your releases.

He kisses you harder, rolling his hips gently against you. You whimper at the action, still incredibly sensitive as he bottoms out in your tight heat. Aemond continues his languid pace; there’s no rush this time, no furious fucking against you. Just smooth strokes, his body on top of yours, breath mingling with your moans as he continues to kiss you.

It's intimate. It's almost lovemaking.

Your nails bite into his back. You need rough, you need fighting. You want this feeling to go away, the butterflies that flutter in your stomach.

It's terrifying.

Aemond’s seeing eye opens, meeting yours. There is something there, something he’s hiding before he brings one of your legs over his shoulder, deepening his thrusts.

“Harder,” you tell him, blushing furiously.

He smirks, the strange look in his eye vanishing. Maybe you imagined it.

“Harder?” he teases, continuing his current pace causing you to whine, “ask me nicely.”

You bite your lip and he brings his hand to press against your lower stomach, feeling his cock bulge there with every thrust. The pleasure seems to zero in on where he presses down with his hand.

“Please,” you whisper.

“Hmm?” he says, pretending to be distracted. An ass until the very end.

“Please Aemond,” you tell him, batting your lashes, “fuck me harder, please.”

You saying the word please with his cock inside of you brings Aemond to his fucking knees.

“Fuck,” Aemond says slamming into you, “so fucking good.”

He fucks you into the mattress, your hamstring stings deliciously with the stretch over his shoulder. The noises that fill the room are all grunts and whimpers paired with the wet sounds of your skin slapping together.

“Take my cock so well,” he pants, lips caressing the skin of your jaw.

Your hand finds the back of his neck, tangling in the silky strands of his hair. You fist the hair at the nape of his neck earning a groan, and a sharp bite to the collarbone.

You can feel your cheeks darkening, and heat rushing through your body. Aemond looks down at you, his functioning eye falling to your chest. You swallow, averting his gaze as he tugs his shirt over his head. You’re even now.

Throwing the shirt over his shoulder, Aemond lowers his mouth to your left breast, thrusting into you. A whimper escapes you and your hand finds its favorite place in his hair, holding him to your breast. Tingles of pleasure spike down your body, right to wear Aemond plunges himself into you.

His free hand massages your other breast, lavishing it with the attention his mouth awards the other.

“Fuck Aemond,” you whine, nails scraping against his scalp.

He hums, sucking the soft flesh of your breast, undoubtedly leaving bruises behind.

Love bites.

Baela’s face flashes across your vision; the look on her face, how she spotted the previous marks on your neck immediately.

“Stop that,” you tell him, pushing at his face.

Aemond makes a face at you, freezing all his actions.

“Are you alright?” he asks, suddenly concerned.

“Stop leaving marks,” you clarify, core throbbing with his pause.

His answering grin is intimidating, it sends a shiver down your spine. Aemond reaches for your arm, and grabs your wrist, placing it above your head and plunging it into the pillows.

“What’re you-” you’re cut off, as Aemond slings your other leg over his shoulder.

Your eyes widen, as you’re completely pretzeled over him, legs forming a necklace around him. The new angle has him sliding even deeper into you, you can feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. A strangled moan leaves your lips, and Aemond grabs your other wrist, pinning it with the other as he continues his frenzied thrusts.

“You don’t want me to mark you?” he growls.

“Fuck,” is the only answer you can manage, as his cock presses into you just right.

The head of his cock slides against that sweet spongy spot as though it has a mind of its own, as though its only focus is locating that spot within you and caressing it until you shatter.

“I asked you a question.”

You glare up at him, but the annoyance is short-lived with another spike of pleasure dancing through you, making your thighs quiver around his neck.

“No,” you whimper, “everyone will see. Baela already saw-”

“Too fucking bad,” Aemond answers, rolling his hips, slowing his pace.

“Please,” you whimper, your orgasm was just reaching its peak.

“You’re mine now,” Aemond growls, “say it.”

He rolls his hips again and paces agonizingly slowly. You cry out in frustration, as your muscles tighten around him which only causes him to darkly chuckle.

“You want to cum?” he teases.

Sweat is beading on your skin, you can feel your hair clinging to the back of your neck.

“Yes,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Too bad,” he tells you, “you think I let just anyone cum on my cock?”

“Fuck Aemond.”

“Say it,” he taunts, “come on you can do it. You want to cum so badly, say it.”

You wish you had more resolve, wish you could tell him to fuck off. But you can’t. Because you know it's true before you say it. You knew it became true the moment you stayed in the kitchen. Aemond might have kissed you first, but you kissed him back.

“I’m yours,” you whisper, a desperate plea, “Aemond-fuck- I’m yours, please.”

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, adjusting his pace to how you’ve been liking it, “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

His hips snap against yours at a brutal pace, and the coiling tension of pleasure is winding tighter and tighter in your belly.

“Be my good girl and cum all over my cock,” he demands, “that’s it, just like that baby.”

His words drive you over the edge, and you’re screaming, arching your back as your orgasm crashes over you, walls spasming and clenching around his cock. He finds his release soon after, as though he was waiting for you to finish first.

You lay with your head resting on his shoulder, fingers gliding through the silver strands of his hair.

“What did you mean,” you murmur, “that I’m yours?”

Aemond is silent for a moment, and you listen to the rise and fall of his chest, the steady beating of his heart.

“That I’m only sleeping with you,” he murmurs, looking at you, “we can figure out the rest as we go.”

Your heart quickens, and you don’t meet his gaze. It’s more than Aegon ever gave you already.

“What about Alys?” you ask, as she comes to your mind.

Aemond plays with your free hand, measuring it against his own.

“Only you,” he tells you, lacing his fingers through yours.

You swallow. Hard.

This is not going to end well.

You know that, your brain knows that. You’ve fucked up-what 3 times now? But you can still make this right. You can still tell him, no, that you’re not interested. That you’re done with rockstars.

But you find your stomach fluttering at his words, at the thought of being his. Some deep inside of you tightens with need. You want him.

“Only me?” you ask and he hums in agreement.

He turns his head toward you, sapphire and violet gaze meeting yours. You can see it on his face. Suddenly you’re thrown back to the first night you met. The arguments. The fights. The tension that roped between you two these past couple of years.

He blinks suddenly as if feeling it too, before answering.

“Only you.”

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