Wicked Game | Aemond Targaryen

wicked game | aemond targaryen

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem reader, background aegon targaryen x fem reader

warnings: masturbation, perv aem, reader is aegons wife, suggestive

a/n: this was very rushed, and not proof read.

Aemond knew what you were doing. Giving him those calculating looks, ones that drifted over him. And then there were the more seductive ones, ones that made his cock harden in his pants.

God, you were perfect, but untouchable. Aegons, you were Aegons wife, perhaps that’s what made it fun.

Aegon who took everything from him, and Aemond, who took the attention of his dear lady wife.

Aemond knew what you wanted, and you knew what he wanted. Eachother, so badly. So badly, he began using the secret passageways to peek into your room, one you shared with Aegon.

Aegon pounded into you, with little to no rhythm. He gave you no pleasure, and Aemond was sure of that, your moans were fake, and your own hand was circling your clit.

You deserved better, to be fucked mercilessly with pleasure. Aemond focused on you through the peephole, undoing his trousers and fucking into his own hand.

His painfully hard dick was throbbing, leaking as he watched you squirm in pleasure from your own movements on your clit.

You were getting close, all to the thanks of your own hand. If that was Aemond, he’d be bedding you the right way, rutting into your hot cunt into all the right places, his thumb rubbing against that needy little bud.

The thought alone almost makes him cum, but he wants to cum with you.

Your head is thrown back, moaning. If only Aegon knew it wasn’t for him. Your finish was approaching.

Aegon came, collapsing next to you without a care for your pleasure, but you kept going. and with your increase of speed, Aemonds did too. His cock was throbbing in his hand, begging for release.

And just then, you came. You moaned loudly, “Aemond…!” and in that moment, Aemond couldn’t believe his ears, and his cock spurted hot cum in thick lines onto his hand.

Aemond panted, pulling his eye back from the peephole, only to hear Aegons amused chuckle.

“Again? Perhaps we ought to organise for Aemond to use you, I’m sure he’d enjoy that tight cunt of yours.” Aegon spoke, and Aemond could hear if, and his heart pounded.

So that wasn’t the first time you’d came to him? And Aegon wanted him to fuck you?

One thing was certain, and if Aegon searched for him, he intended to be found, if only a second inside you.

NSFW

i know we all know that aemond loves eating pussy but i think aegon loves eating ass?

thoughts?

rip to helaena targaryen, you would loved the florence and the machine's entire discography.

sweet thing | aemond targaryen

chapter two \ negotiations.

A/N: heres part two my loves, thinking about maybe bringing aegon into some of their smutty fun once we get into the real thing.

You and Aemond had parted towards the end of your shift.

He left you with his number and a racing heart. Aemond Targaryen wanted you to be his sugar baby?

You couldn’t believe it, didn’t think it was real. Until he texted you.

You couldn’t believe it, didn’t think it was real. Until he texted you.

Aemond: I have a free day tomorrow. Would you prefer to meet in private to talk more about our arrangement?

The text sends your heart out of control. Fuck. You hadn’t expected him to be so open about it, but you responded anyway.

You: Hey. I’d love to. Where should I meet you?

You send with shaky hands, rubbing them on your pyjama pants to rid of any sweat.

Aemond: I’ll have someone come and collect you tomorrow, be ready by ten am.

You: Thank you, Aemond.

You send quickly, heart calming down as a time and place was set. Your phone beeps again, and you look down with confusion, thinking the conversation was over.

Aemond: Wear what I sent you, should be in your mailbox.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you don’t move just yet.

You: And how in living hell did you get my address?

You send, and bring your phone with you as you leave your apartment, going to where the floors mailboxes were. You see a medium sized white box, and take it back to your room.

Aemond: I have my ways, nothing stalkerish, maybe a little bit desperate.

Mmm, so he is capable of humour. You think with a smile. He sends another message, and your cheeks heat up, never had one of your clients wanted to keep up an actual conversation.

Aemond: If you try it on, do send me a photo, sweet thing. :)

You grin, turning off your phone and opening the box. It’s different from what he’s seen you in previously, a lacy ivory camisole, and a pair of matching shorts. The outfit looked comfortable and not overly sexual.

You slipped into the clothing with ease, seeing how well it fit your you figured he must’ve contacted your manager for your measurements.

Lifting your phone once more, you take a picture of the outfit in your mirror and send it to him.

You: sent an attachment.

You: It’s so perfect, I feel so pretty. Thank you Aemond.

You’re grinning as he begins typing.

Aemond: It’s my job to make you feel pretty now.

It makes your heart melt.

Before you know it, it’s the next day. You awake to find you’re not late for Aemonds meeting. So you shower, make yourself smell pretty, and get dressed.

You shave every inch of your body nervously, you don’t know what he likes or prefers, and you wish to please him.

No texts are exchanged until his Chauffeur arrives, sweeping you off to his apartment. The whole ride you were exchanging small talk with his chauffeur; you learn his name is Arryk and him and his twin brother have worked with Aemonds family for years.

Once you’re at the apartment complex, Arryk leads you up into the penthouse, and you shout Aemond a text.

You: Here.

You hear a phone ping in a nearby room and can only assume it’s Aemond, and you’re proved correct as he walks out rushedly, in a dress shirt and long pants. Arryk dismissed himself, and you and Aemond look at eachother for a few seconds, unsure of what to say.

"It looks even more perfect in person," Aemond says, looking you up and down without shame. He gently takes you hand, leading you to his living room, which is extremely spacious and clean. So Simplistic, must be a rich people thing. You think, taking a seat on the couch.

He follows your lead, sitting on the sofa facing you. "I believe we have much to talk about," Aemond smirks at you, and slides over a document. "Oh, an NDA. Alright." You realise, smiling softly as you take a pen and sign it. Aemond cocks his head curiously, but decides its a bit too early to ask.

"So, Aemond, what would this agreement entail?" You ask, gesturing between the two of you, and he takes a breath.

"I'd basically like you to be my arm candy. Business dinners and trips, most public appearances. Ill pay for everything, dresses, plane tickets, living expenses, whatever you need." He speaks gently, without any mistakes, reiterating what he told you last night, but in more detail

On the inside, you're doing a little happy dance. But on the outside, you give him a honeyed smile and nod.

"That sounds perfect, and I must tell you something before we continue," You speak, gulping down your fear as your knee bobs nervously.

"Go on, we are to be partners, you can trust me." Aemond keeps his face mostly stoic, but his voice is twinged with warmth.

"I don't have sex for money, if it happens naturally, it happens." You manage to get out, your face goes entirely red. You're so nervous for his response your blood pulses so much that you can hear it in your ears.

"I agree. I was just about to mention that. You will not be pressured for photos nor anything of that sort." He agrees, eyes going over you once again in a way that made you beg yourself not to get horny.

Though he was showing you the bare minimum, part of you wanted to jump his bones just because of it. "Though... I'm not saying I'd be against it." You smile playfully as you speak. Aemond clears his throat,

"Oh trust me, I'm the furthest thing from against it aswell." Aemond speaks. He looks at you, trying to remain respectful, but seeing you dressed in an outfit he chose and bought, awoke something primal in him.

The tension between the two of you grew, until it was sliced open by another silver haired man walking through the door. Oh gods. You thought, mentally face palming as you notice just who it is.

Aegon Targaryen. Aemond plasters another smile on his face, one much more forced.

"Oh beloved brother, weren't going to introduce me to your new girl?" Aegon pouts at the two of you, leaning against the wall of the living room as he tosses his keys on the coffee table.

"Didn't exactly plan on it, no." Aemond rolls his eyes. "I'm sure you know Aegon," He speaks again, and you nod. "N-Nice to meet you." You stutter, which was uncharacteristic of you.

"Awh, she's a shy one." Aegon coos, his devilish smirk littering his angelic features. What is with this family and its super genes? You think again.

"Aegon, leave us alone," Aemond groans, shooing him off to which he raises his hands in a false surrender and retreats to a seperate room.

So they live together.

You're doomed, arent you?

Serve me | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Aemond takes you.

Warnings: HEAVY NON CON, Smut, Oral! F receiving, PIV, literal rape, Aemonds obsessive, Wants her to feel good too but wont openly admit it

Pairings: Aemond x f!reader

AN: been working on this for a bit, not proofread

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Aemond's eyes were always on her, his thick and empty gaze flittered over her bodice with not an ounce of emotion behind those lilac eyes. For someone who no one would remember, Aemond could never forget. Neither would she. She wouldn’t forget the night Aemond had called for her to come to his chambers with a pitcher of wine. She knew he didn’t drink, but she did as he requested.

His eyes flittered over her with a small hum. “Place the pitcher down,” he said, his voice melodic, sending a fearful shiver down her spine. He smirked and adjusted in his seat, enjoying the fear that echoed from her frame in thick waves as she saw his hardness strain his breeches. She approached timidly, leaning over and putting the pitcher on the small table in front of him, eyes meeting his as she stood up straight. His hand moves to the small of her back and drags it over the curve of her ass. His perverted touch increased her fear, unable to control how her body reacted, wetness inching its way out of her, she almost crumpled in embarrassment. His grasp tightened, and he stood within seconds, his tall frame towering over her. Another unnecessary reminder that he held all the power over her.

Her eyes were pleading with him to stop, in the beginning stages of watering as his hand remained on her ass. He picked her up suddenly, perching her weight on his arms as he swiftly reached his freshly made bed, throwing her atop it, her body splayed out for him.

She tried to crawl backward, away from him. But Aemond grabbed her ankle, pulling her back down towards him. “Stop resisting,” He sighs, “It only makes me harder, because I know you want this.” His face doesn’t change, a slight bit of annoyance in his eyes but that being all. His hand trails up her ankle, and she flinches as he reaches the soft flesh of her thighs with only his fingertips. “Don’t move. It’ll make this harder for you.”

He moves his other hand to the other thigh, pulling them both apart after lifting her skirts. He swears in frustration, resorting to ripping the front of the uniform, tearing the rest at the seams until the dress is in two. The harsh fabric of her dress scraped her skin as it ripped, a scream releasing itself from her throat.

She closes her eyes, tears budding down her cheeks as she's left in her thin cotton shift. She thanks the gods that he chose not to rip that off of her too. He is lucky, he thinks he will forget about this in a week, whereas she will have to remember it for the rest of her employment. But, unfortunately, that was not the case for him. After taking her sweet maidenhood, his brain went into hyperfocus. He happened to be near her at all times, a sick pool of desire lingering in his every move.

How could he forget the way his cock intruded on her walls, which were drier than he would’ve liked, but he swore he would change that the next time he takes her. He didn’t originally plan to have this happen again, considering it a lapse of judgement on his part- but he couldn’t let go.

She entered his chambers, head hung as she stood in front of him. He was in his riding gear and he smelt of ash and rain. He pored over her appearance.

“I want you.” He said, and she knew it was nothing short of a demand, he wasn’t asking, and she couldn’t say no. So she decided to stall, in her own little way. “Why me, my prince? You have your pick of the litter.” She speaks, her voice small and not at all defiant. His eyebrows furrowed, he hadn’t heard her speak at all lately.

“I don’t know,” Aemond answered, she had perplexed him, Aemond walked towards her, tugging at her dress, taking the new one off properly, for he knew she couldn’t explain losing yet another one.

She stands stiffly, letting him do as he pleases. He fondles her tits through her shift, thumb brushing over her nipple sluggishly, much to her shock. She flinched, gooseflesh rising and nipple hardening. He hadn’t noticed how responsive she could be the first time, another mistake he had foolishly made while in search of pleasure.

He laughs sardonically. “Would you like to tell me what feels good? Or would you prefer me to fuck you unprepared like the first?” Aemond says, not meeting her eyes.

“I like it when you’re gentle with where I am sensitive, my prince.” She babbles, knowing she didn’t have much of a choice. “Good servant.” He hummed and touched her nipples once more before guiding her to the bed, his large hand encasing her wrist, a subtle reminder that this was not voluntary.

He shoves her onto the bed, his hand slipping her shift off of her body, and discarding it. Aemond lets his hands wander over her stomach, which is thin, and malnourished. He didn’t like that, he preferred his women well-fed, but he also preferred her.

His fingers deftly wandered over her cunt, and she yelps. “That feels good, my prince.” He snickers, “I am not dumb, I know a woman likes her cunny touched.” He mocks her, and her face turns hot with embarrassment, his finger circling her clit. She finds pleasure from it, but little. He leans forward, meeting it with his tongue and circling the nerves. She takes in a sharp breath, he feels her pussy twitch but does not think strangely of it. It felt so good for her, but she wouldn’t dare express it, his finger ghosting around her hole, feeling her wetness.

He chuckles, “You seem to enjoy being assaulted.” He says his thoughts, before spitting on her vagina, and unbuckling his breeches, she bites her lip, her nerves skyrocketing. His cock springs out, standing at the edge of the bed he thrusts into her with little to no care, hunching over her splayed-out body as his cock is sheathed within her warm heat, this time it's wettened. Her face is scrunched with pain, and she breathes through it until her body relaxes under his. He begins to pound into her relentlessly, chasing his own pleasure. “Stupid fucking whore.” He exclaims, “Getting fucked by your prince hm? Tell me who fucking you.” He rambles, as her body bounces with the force of his thrusts, her tits moving in a way that looked painful.

“Prince Aemond!” She yelps, her cunt quickly becoming sensitive, and gasps of newfound pleasure came through, making the pain of his assault become less prevalent. He grunts, his thrusts slowing and becoming more thick and savoury. Tears bud at her eyes, the pleasure mixed with the pain becoming too much for her.

Seeing her tears, his thrusts only became harder. “Cry for your prince.” He whispers, his thrusts becoming faster, his balls slapping against her ass as tears stream down her face. The more she cries, the harder he goes. “Fuck!” He calls out, spilling into her red and leaky cunt, pulling out with ease. Her body goes limp, and she's heaving for breath. Her face is red and tear-streaked.

He puts her dress and shift on the bed next to her. “When you recover, prepare me a bath, I do not think I am ready to let you go.” His voice was breathy, a hand running through his silver hair. “I will warn you, I do not think I will let you go.”

sleeping beauty | aemond targaryen

warnings: somno, intense breath play, piv, pet names (bunny), aem superiority complex, non con, degredation, ooc,

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

summary: Aemond decides he wants to experience you while you sleep.

a/n: need sum1 to call me bunny irl

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Aemond knows it’s wrong to take you while you sleep. But he knows you wouldn’t put up a fight if he were to decide to violate that boundary. He knows you’d play the dutiful wife, your body his to indulge in whenever he so pleased.

Aemond considered asking while you were awake, to have sex with him. But he wanted to try something new.

As you slept, he watched. His eyes attending to your breathing, waiting for it to slow. He’d deem when you were just deep enough into your slumber. That’s when he’d make his move, luckily, in his favour, you were wearing a lightweight shift to bed. He thanked the gods for making the night warn, otherwise you’d not have been vulnerable to his advances.

Aemond’s eyes settled on your chest, your breath had evened out, and your mouth lightly agape. His hand makes his way from under the furs to your thigh, sliding it up until the fabric of your shift bunches under his tentative hands, hiking it above your hips, nothing hiding your cunt from him.

Goosebumps rose on your flesh even as you slept, your body unable to resist him even in sleep. His cock is already hard from the feel of your soft skin, and the inviting warmth between your legs. While moving as little as possible, he frees his cock from constraint, his hand snaking its way to your clitoris, making careful and calculated circles around it.

“Mmnnh.” The first noise from you, a muffled sound of pleasure, stirring gently. He continued with the movement of his hand, but drifts it lower towards your vagina. His finger is covered in your slick, ready to take him.

His length is thin, but long, making it all the easier to push into your plush, velvet walls. A groan escapes his throat and he bottoms out. You stir again, and he moves a hair from your face to behind your ear. He wants to watch your sleeping face as he defiles you.

Aemonds thrusts start carefully, he puts his face against your head, breathing in your scent while muffling any noise he emits. “My bunnies little cunt takes me so well, even while she’s asleep.” He mumbles, his thrusts quickening to a safe pace while not completely restraining himself. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer before you woke.

Your pussy quivers around him from time to time, causing him to grunt. Hes mumbling incoherently, scanning over the details of your face as he takes you. “Good bunny,” he coos, soothing your sleeping form, thrusts becoming rougher, more sharp. “Such- such a little whore.” He stutters, his hand going to wrap around your throat, his hand fitting so perfectly around it.

He squeezed, resting just how far he could go. He used your throat as leverage to fuck you harder. You open your eyes groggily, panting and confused. “Aemond?”

“Shut up and take it, bunny.” Aemond hisses into your ear, his grip on your throat tightening. You have no choice but to listen to him. His tip roughly meets your spot, causing you to grip the blankets.

His hand leaves your throat to push your head down into the pillow, flipping you onto your stomach, he angles his cock back to your entrance and pushes in once more, his thrusts mad, looking at your sleepy, confused, cock drunk face.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants, forcing your head further against the pillow, “Cum for me bunny,” his breathy voice comes again. You squirm, letting out a yelp of sorts, and he begins to pound faster, sending you over the edge, tears from the sheer force of his thrusts rise to your eyes, letting out a strangled cry as you come apart, pussy pulsing and acting as a vice around him.

“Good bitch,” he seethes, rolling his hips a few times more before they stutter, filling you deep with his seed. You lay there, your brain fucked dumb. Aemond leaves the bed, fetching a towel to wipe you down briefly, getting into the bed again wordlessly rolling over. He falls asleep soon thereafter, and so do you.