Hi! I Read Your Steddie Fic All Access Pass And Im Obsessed With The Idea Of A Groupie/steddie Triangle.

Hi! I read your Steddie fic All Access Pass and I’m obsessed with the idea of a groupie/steddie triangle. I was wondering if you’d mine if I used your story and Inspo for my own? I’d credit of course but I wanted to ask before I went ahead and did it since it’s your work.

Hiii thanks so much, glad you enjoyed it! And of course you can, let your creativity flooooooooooooooowwww

Uh HELLOO??? This was fuckin amazing I'm horny. This is so well written I could picture everything in my mind, mostly in a slight Noir type setting for some reason🤣. Some Titanic level shit dude😍😍😍🫠🫠🫠

Say Yes To Heaven, Say Yes To Me

Summary: Her night was as horrid as it could be - until her roommate's brother found her. [ONESHOT]

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC [Modern AU]

Warnings: 18; SMUT; the works.

Word Count: 6.1k

Songs to listen to while reading if you're up for it:

1. Say Yes To Heaven, Lana Del Rey: https://open.spotify.com/track/6GGtHZgBycCgGBUhZo81xe?si=MgVN4kDCRsK34vA3FzyCvA

2. Summertime Sadness x I Wanna Be Yours Mashup: https://open.spotify.com/track/618znGXHwGhSa2TcCePRqr?si=KhjG7CWER4Gb1iszReNz1g

Note From The Author: For my dearest lovely Ange @ewanmitchellcrumbs. You're absolutely awesome! Thank you for being an absolutely fandom friend, a listening ear, an awesome beta reader, and a phenomenal writer. Happy birthday! This one's for you :)

Loads of love to @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for proofreading the ever-loving heck out of this story. Ilysm Em. <3

@humanpurposes Thanks for being a gem of a test reader. I love you, bbgee <3

[Also, whoever you are, if you're reading this: Bro, don't community label this. Plis, I beg]

THE BUSTLING CITY MOVED ON as she leaned against the corner of a building. She did not bother finding out the name of it, but merely stood there with a cigarette dangling off her lips and her clothes fully drenched. Her wet hair fell on her back, sticking on the damp coat that now covered her beautiful black satin dress. The rain refused to let up, and it seemed as though the entire universe was out to get her. Her hair was curled to perfection in the evening, but it now looked anything but as the rain got to it. The makeup she was excited about a few hours ago had slowly begun to run down her face, though she wasn’t sober enough to comprehend how messy she looked. 

It was not supposed to end this way. If it had gone how she had built it up in her head earlier, she would have looked amazing in her outfit, and her date with Jason Lannister would have gone very well. They would have kissed, and if that went well, she would have followed him to his place if he wanted. 

Instead, she waited two hours for him while downing at least twelve different glasses of wine, and chose to finally leave when it became apparent that he was a no-show. The waitress looked at her apologetically when she finally decided to get up and leave, and she had never felt more humiliated. And then, as luck would have it, it had begun to pour down, leaving her a wet, sopping mess.

Jason was a well-known face around campus, one of those guys who could charm the pants off of anyone without even trying. She gave in like a fool despite knowing very well who he was, so she couldn’t even bring herself to blame him for standing her up. The tears fell freely but she did not sniffle, each drag of her cigarette making her feel light headed. She was drunk, drenched and utterly disappointed, and with each slow turn of her head, she saw people clamoring and running to escape the rain. 

After one last puff, she let the cigarette fall to the floor and stomped on it with the heel of her shoe. She rubbed her face once, twice, thrice, and took deep breaths before slowly beginning her walk again. Her knees wobbled and she could barely see straight, what with the wine clouding her senses. She wiped at the new tears and hugged her chest with her hands, hoping for some warmth. The rain had drenched her all over again, mixing with the tears on her face. The salty taste only reminded her further of how disastrous this evening had become.

“Fucking cunt.”

She stumbled through the streets, and one of her heels snapped and broke as she moved. She groaned and held onto a lamppost while she removed the other shoe. Her hand drifted to her mouth, stifling the sound of her sobs as the tears fell.

That is how her roommate’s brother found her.

Aemond Targaryen had always intimidated her. She thought he was a good looking guy, and may have been interested in him at some point too. However, he was a man of few words, and never had anything to say to her apart from short responses and measured grunts. Initially, his indifference toward her cut her deep. She didn’t know why he insisted on being so, but she finally told herself that she wasn't going to try with a man who didn't give her the courtesy she deserved. They never quite talked enough to see eye to eye, with their only common interest being her roommate and his sister, Helaena.

The window of his sleek black car rolled down to reveal him staring at her blankly. 

“Get in the car,” he demanded, his voice a low hymn as he pointed up at the rain.

She felt her temper flare up. After how her evening went, she did not have it in her to put up with him. She shook her head in rejection. His frustration at her answer revealed itself through the drumming of his callous fingers on the steering wheel; he sighed before getting out of the car.

“It’s raining, for Gods’ sake. Just…” He stopped in his tracks when he got closer to her, noticing her bloodshot eyes and ruined makeup. She was sopping wet with her teeth chattering in the cold, and she looked like a kicked puppy. He observed her intently, alarmed. “You okay?”

“No,” she said. The word sounded strangled and she began sniffling again. 

His eyes widened as he made out the tears amidst the raindrops on her face. “Shit - are you crying?”

“I’m not!” She whined, and he winced at how adamant she was at refusing to let him help. Aemond lowered his voice and gritted his teeth. “Look I just… whatever it is, you can deal with it later, okay? It’s pouring and you’re drenched. I’ll drive you to your place. Just get in, please.” 

She did not want to, but she had no energy left in her. The rain was picking up again, and she meekly nodded as she sniffled. Aemond’s warm touch descended on her shoulders as he pried her damp coat off of her. He took a few steps to the car and dumped it onto the backseat in a wet lump, and then opened the door for her, gesturing for her to come in.

She took a step forward and stumbled in her drunkenness, trying to take it one step at a time. Before she could move further, he was at her side. She had her broken shoes in one hand and he held the other, and she did not miss his scowl. 

“Smell like an entire bar too,” he mumbled, his disappointment evident on his face. If she was sober enough, she would have bit back, but in this very moment, she felt defeated and tired. So into the car she went. 

He didn’t spare her a second glance as he expertly moved the steering wheel with the edge of his palm, eyes on the road and the rearview mirror. The heating in the car was doing wonders for her, making the seats warm and snug for her to sit in, despite the wet clothes sticking to her like a second skin. She laid down on the seat sideways, letting the warmth engulf her as she bid her heart to slow down and faced him.

They sat in silence for only a little while before Aemond’s curiosity clearly won over. Her eyes his hand as it moved over to shift gears, and looked up at him quickly when he began talking. “What happened?

”It’s nothing,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse from the crying and the smoking. 

He responded quickly as he pressed onto the accelerator, saying, “Doesn’t look like nothing. You look horrible.”

If she was sober, she would have probably stayed quiet and let him make his own assumptions. He may have been a decent guy, but he never went out of his way to be nice to her. The silly crush she had on him went away as quickly as it came. They weren’t friends, and she didn’t owe him an answer. But despite their peculiar relationship, he did offer to drive her home, and she didn’t have it in her to fight him tonight. 

With a prolonged sigh, she let it all go to the wind as she stared at his knuckles on the wheel. “Got stood up. I waited two hours.”

His nose flared as he stopped the car for just a little moment, his eyes roaming over her. He took in the pretty dress and the ruined makeup once more and sighed. “Who was it?”

“Jason.” He closed his eyes and nodded his head slightly from side to side, his disappointment apparent on his face. He began driving again. “Lannister,” he seethed. “You should have known better than that.” 

His quick judgment at her apparent ignorance and apathy to her sadness made her anger flare up, and she propped herself up at the speed of light. He turned to see her, puzzled by her sudden movements. 

“You think I asked to be stood up? When I put on this very expensive dress, and that coat, and when I did my hair and makeup and put on my favorite pair of heels, you think I wanted this evening to go this way? I hoped it would go well; I hoped I’d at least get a good fuck out of it, if nothing else!” 

She paused for breath and held her hand to her chest, and he still refused to look at her, eyes on the road as he slowly took in her words. 

“I’ve already spent the last two hours feeling small, and absolutely humiliated,” she added. “I look pathetic, I’m tipsy and so beat. The last person I want to take shit from tonight is you. If you’re going to take more I-told-you-so shots at me, I’d suggest that you pull over right now and let me walk back home!” 

She half-stood, reaching her hand out to get him to stop driving.

He scoffed and was ridiculously annoyed at how she refused to let him drive in peace. “You could barely take three steps to make it to the car without stumbling. Shut up and sit back down.” 

With his free hand, he pressed a hand onto her stomach and pushed her back into her seat, and she was more shocked at how intimate the touch felt than anything else then.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. She apologized with the tone of a scolded child.

Aemond winced just slightly at the realization that he may have been a lot more rude than usual. “It’s alright.”

“Okay.”

She looked out the window and gawked at the city lights, seeing three or four of just about everything in her line of sight. The drinks were catching up to her quickly and she turned her head to look straight ahead, watching the rain slowly let up. He was still focused on the road, with no reaction to her outburst.

She did not want to sleep off in Aemond’s car, but her eyes were closing of their own accord. His indifference to her bothered her more than it usually did. Her feelings, coupled with her disastrous evening pushed her over the edge and she quickly wiped at the tears once more. He sighed, not knowing what comfort he could offer.

The soft words tumbled out of her lips before she could stop them. “Do you think I’m lame? Is that why he didn’t show up tonight?" She sighed before meekly adding, "Is that why you never talk with me?”

His lips parted in surprise, not expecting her to be as vulnerable as she was. He knew very well that she was only asking all this of him because she was drunk, but it felt wrong to not answer her when her questions were so personal. They had always maintained boundaries, neither of them crossing into each other’s lives more than they should - until now.

He immediately pulled over to the side, knowing very well that their conversation was about to get a lot more personal than he would have liked. But as he saw how devastated she looked, with her self-confidence lowering right in front of his eyes, he couldn’t help but melt. His sister’s roommate had always been a self-assured, happy girl, and nothing raked at his heart more than seeing her look as defeated as she did now. It certainly did not have anything to do with the fact that he always thought she was beautiful. 

The rain picked up a lot more, hitting the car like shards of glass. “I’m sorry he bailed on you. I really am.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Are you sidestepping because you don’t want to hurt my feelings? That’s already been done, so don’t hold back. Hit me.” Her words were rather slurred than coherent.

He smirked. “Believe me; if I thought you were pathetic, you’d know.”

“So I’m… not?” 

The hope in her voice was too much for him to take, and it shook him how affected she was with how the date had failed. He took a good look at her as he switched off the ignition. She was curled up in his car, her lips parted ever so slightly with some wet stray strands of hair resting atop her forehead. The thoughts that were now circling his head had no place in this moment, when she was vulnerable and sad, but her sopping wet form was not helping him with containing himself.

“Then why are you so mean to me? Why do you hate me?” 

He felt as though he had been slapped. 

Aemond would be lying if he said he never gave it any thought. He did not know why he was never civil to her - it was just the way he was with everyone. He didn’t mean for her to be so affected by it at all. He remembered seeing her laugh with Helaena and thinking that she may not be half bad, but that didn’t change much between them. As he looked at her right now, he asked himself what she had just asked him, and it hurt him all over to realize that he did not have an answer for her.

He drew in a sharp breath as she frowned, clearly disappointed by his lack of response to her question. “I’m sorry, that was too much. I shouldn’t have-”

“Listen.”

She stopped as he swallowed, trying to find the right words. He had never anticipated having to speak to his sister’s roommate about these things, and now he was right in the middle of a conversation that he did not know how to make head or tail of.

“We’re… we’re not all that close. But you seem very nice to everyone, and my sister loves you to death. You’ve been nothing but nice to her, and based on what Aegon said of his visits to your place, you make a mean lasagna. Can’t hate someone that can cook up a nice lunch, can you?” She chuckled with watery eyes, and he smiled by the corner of his lips just a little. It made her feel a little light in the head. 

She’d never deny that Aemond was a good looking man, but he had put her off with his stoic demeanor for so long that she never wanted to admit to it outright. But right now, as he tried twice as hard to make her smile, she couldn’t help but notice the dimples that settled on his face as he smiled in victory at her laugh, the veins running on the back of his hands, the rolled sleeves of his button-up and his shiny lilac eyes - he may have not had vision in one eye, but by the Gods, those eyes of his would be the death of her. They were beautiful.

Maybe the tears were blurring her vision beyond control, or maybe the alcohol was messing with her - but Aemond Targaryen looked absolutely otherworldly as he leaned onto his side to speak to her, and there was no way for her to deny it at all.

“I don’t hate you. Whatever indifference I showed, that was my problem and not yours. You’re a nice person, and you look beautiful tonight. He missed his shot, and I bet he’ll regret it later, too.”

“You think?”

Her eyes shone as she took in his compliment. Aemond couldn’t help but feel himself soften at how happy she looked at the smallest of compliments, and he hated how telling it was of how she was treated tonight.

He did consider asking her out to dinner in the initial days of observing her, but realized how good of a friend she was to his sister and dropped the idea from his mind altogether, throwing her to the back of his mind. Helaena always found it hard to make friends, and he didn't want to make it awkward for her by trying to date her roommate.

It didn't stop the fleeting moments where he'd felt his face go red in her presence, but he was distant enough for their relationship to never grow beyond what it should. 

After that, he never gave her much thought. But right now, he recognized very well the feelings that he tried not to have for her. He knew she was vulnerable, and he knew he would probably regret being so close to her later, but his hands moved before his mind could catch up and he found himself welcoming his recklessness. 

She looked beautiful in the dim light of the car, and he marveled at how he managed to stay away this long. 

“Yeah.” The sounds of thunder rocked the world around them, but right now, inside the car, it was only them both and nobody else. He reached out a hand to hold her dress between his thumb and index fingers where it rested on her thigh, and she gasped. “It’s a nice dress you’re wearing,” he murmured, his thumb drawing slow circles on her thigh as she lost herself in the foreign feeling of having her friend’s brother be so close to her. “Bet you looked nice this evening. You still look good. He totally missed his shot, and you dodged a bullet.”

Her skin tingled where he touched her, and she did not know what to make of Aemond Targaryen making his intentions known. The warmth of his hands on her cold skin made her want to jerk up as the goosebumps pricked her skin. She was stunned, and couldn’t do anything apart from watch his hand work its way on her thigh. “Aemond, what are you…”

“Shh… just…” 

He could not get the words out as he pushed his fingers up, up and higher still, her dress moving with it. More and more of her soft flesh was visible, and she did not miss the way his pupil blew, dilated to become a dark shade of black that he wore well. Just being able to graze her thigh was enough to make his cock stand erect, and he knew there was no stopping now.

Maybe it was the rain, or there was something about this very moment. They did not know why they were so welcoming of what they knew was certainly coming next. All they knew was that right now, the physical contact made them both feel like they could fly; consequences be damned.

Only an hour ago, she thought her love life was doomed. Now, her roommate’s brother had his fingers dancing so close to her panties, and she was slowly losing her mind at how turned on she was. She did not want to think too much about how her evening had turned into this. The thinking was for later, and based on how the pad of his finger ghosted over her clothed cunt as he waited for her permission, she knew he shared her sentiments.

She deserved what he was offering to her, and she intended to make the most of it. “What do you want to do, Aemond?”

He let out a breathy chuckle and then smiled, his eyes not moving from where his fingers were. She breathed in anticipation, nervousness taking over her entire being as she waited for him to confirm what she knew he was thinking.

“I want to make you feel better.”

“And how are you going to do that?” Her voice carried a bit of the nervousness that had engulfed her entire being, but there was a playfulness to it that suggested that she was open to what he had in mind. 

Aemond was never good with words, and he always let his actions speak for him. Tonight was no exception. He couldn’t tell her that he wanted her, so he let his fingers press down on her clit. She moaned almost immediately, and he had a wolfish grin on his face as he rubbed tight circles over her already soaked underwear. 

“Aemond…”

“Yes?”

“Are you… ah!” She huffed in a breath as he pressed hard on her clit once more. “Are you sure?”

“Are you?”

“Yes…”

It was all the confirmation he needed to slip his hand into her panties. She arched her back and then let it fall against the seat as he ran the tips of his fingers all over the skin between her legs,feather light touches ghosting over the skin, making it tingle and feel like she was on fire. She drew in a breath as she slammed one hand on the window, fingers flexing in her attempt to find some grip and failing as it slid down, leaving a messy wet handprint. Her other hand rested on his thigh, dangerously close to his cock. Her reaching out for him only spurned him further as he finally let his fingers part her silky folds, collecting her wetness and teasing her entrance as she moaned. 

“You like that, hm?” She nodded, her mind foggy and blank as she let the pleasure take over her. “Use your words, love.”

Love, love, love, love, love.

“Yes, I… I love it… so much! Don’t stop, please.” 

Her breathy moans filled the little space they were in, with only the thunderous sounds of the rain to accompany them. His fingers deftly moved onto her clit and he rubbed circles in a steady pace, encouraged by her eager reactions to each movement.

“Yes baby, be loud. Let anyone who walks by know how good you feel.” 

The street was empty, the rain and the dark keeping everyone in their homes. She knew it, but somehow the thrill of being spotted only sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she whined in response. Aemond smirked as he picked up the pace, rubbing her clit like there was no tomorrow.

“Who would have thought? You like the thought of being caught, hm?” His passionate growls go straight to her cunt as a new wave of arousal gushes through.

With the wet sounds now mixed in with her moans, she closed her eyes shut and arched in her seat in tandem with his touches. Just when she thought she was getting used to the rhythm of his strokes, he slapped her pussy and she whined once more, face growing hot at the swift wave of arousal that followed, mixed in with the pain.

He chuckled darkly and refused to let up, his fingers gaining momentum and him speeding up as much as he could. She was seeing stars with each passing moment, her pleasure only amplified greatly by hearing him groan at her arousal. The familiar feeling of ecstasy pooled in her belly, and she knew very well that she was going to fall apart quickly if he continued.

"So fucking wet, baby. So fucking eager for me, aren't you?" 

With one harsh press to her clit, she exploded. Her orgasm tore her apart and set her entire body on fire.

 “Good. That’s good. When we’re done, all you’ll remember of tonight is me, and not that dipshit who didn’t deserve you… or your pretty moans… or this pretty little wet pussy.” 

She moaned loudly and Aemond continued his ministrations throughout her orgasm, making her whimper soon after. The blood coursed through her veins and rushed to her cheeks, making her face shine bright red.

"Aemond, I can't… too much, it's too much. Gods…" 

He continued, refusing to give her a break. Her frequent moans, each louder than the previous, were music to his ears. "You can give me one more, baby come on. You're doing so well for me…" 

His hand slipped out of her panties and she made quick work of the cloth, throwing it carelessly behind her and onto the back seat. She spread her legs as much as possible with the leg space she had, and he swiftly thrust two fingers into her, curving into her walls. His finger pumped in and out of her, the wet squelching sounds setting her nerves on fire as her body heated up. He was quick to add another finger too, and the stretch made her groan and bend forward, only for him to push her back with a hand on her chest. 

"What's that, hm? You like that? Do you want more, baby? You want to cum?"

"Gosh yes, I want more, want to cum. Aemond, please - ah!" 

He had found her rough spot with ease, and the tip of his finger now met it with every thrust. She was sensitive from her first orgasm, and was steadily approaching her second. Her hair fell front and he used his free hand to push it behind her neck again. "Want to see you. Want to watch you while I take you…"

"Gods Aemond, you make me feel so good. So, so good baby. F…Fuck!" Her hand squeezed his cock over his dress pants, and he groaned. "Stop fucking teasing me, baby; this is about you, hm?"

"I want to. I want you…"

And, with one final thrust of his fingers, she came apart a second time. Her back slammed into the seat as she bit her lip and let out a muffled moan, her body writhing from the steady pumping of his fingers. Beads of sweat had collected all over her face, neck and chest, and she was ready for more. 

By now, she had squeezed and massaged his cock for a while, getting him ready for her. "I want you, Aemond. In me, I want you in me."

"Gods…" 

He opened the door and got out of the car, making his way around to the passenger seat and opening the door with clear impatience. He was getting wet in the rain while she opened the door, and he pulled her out with him, slamming her back onto the car. She looked around quickly, and the roads were as deserted as can be. The cold rainwater descended on them both, and she was sure they'd both be sick tomorrow from this. 

He touched his forehead to hers, and leaned forward, their lips so close, yet so far. In complete contrast to how he had been only a few moments ago, his face had softened considerably as he looked into her eyes nervously. "May I?"

"Yes."

His lips crashed onto hers, and she devoured him like a woman starved. His hand held her waist tight while another held the back of her head firmly close to his. She worked the buttons of his dress shirt as smoothly as she could between kisses, giggling as she slipped her tongue into his mouth in the one second he parted from her to take a breath.

"Should have started with that, hm?"

"That's alright. I'm quite liking it so far," she mumbled into his lips, getting the words out in between the rushed and intense kiss.

Her hands explored his exposed chest, now getting damp from the rain. His unbuttoned shirt was beginning to stick to his back with the rain, and her mouth watered as her hands traveled down, past his stomach and onto the waistband of his pants. 

He pinned her hands behind her back and trapped her between him and the car, his other hand cupping her cunt inside her dress. "Now - listen to me, baby. Will you listen, hm? Or have I fucked you stupid already?"

She nodded her head no as she leaned forward to kiss his nose, but he was quick to bite hers and put her back in place. His hand cupped her cunt lightly, and it took everything out of her to not beg him to fuck her right there.

 "I'm gonna sit in the car, and you're gonna get on my lap." 

His lips descended onto her neck and he laid a trail of open mouthed kisses from jaw to collarbone. In close proximity, he could see the little drops of rainwater falling off the edges of the hair that stuck to her neck, and the drops that had settled on her skin. The way her hair curled in the rain drove him mad with want, and he growled. 

"When you do, I want you naked, and I want you to take my cock well." He bit her neck ever so slightly, and she enjoyed the slight pain as much as she enjoyed the kiss he placed there right after. "You want my cock, don't you, love? So you'll fucking take it."

"Yes, Gods, I want it! I want it so bad, baby… Gods!" 

With one last bite to her neck, Aemond let go of her and sat with his legs spread out in the backseat, his shirt discarded and thrown onto the floor. He found her discarded panties and bunched it up in his hands, beckoning for her to come in. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock; it stood erect and proud, shining with pearls of white on the pink tip. She was only eager to comply, straddling him with ease and letting herself be impaled completely in one swift motion, his cock so huge that she thought he was going to split her into two.

She felt him deep in her lower belly in this position, and she moaned at the feeling of his cock pressed onto her rough spot as they both took a moment to adjust.

Aemond's hands once again found the edge of her dress and he pushed it up, up and up until it was off and thrown onto the side. Her black lace bra soon followed, freeing her breasts and exposing herself completely to the cold. Her nipples pebbled immediately in the chill weather, and Aemond descended onto her chest, taking one nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers.

"Gods, Aemond…"

She threw her head back at the sensations that now took over her entire being, and she rocked her hips, eliciting a groan from him. "Keep going baby. Take my cock, hm? You want it, don’t you?"

She slowly moved up and down, rocking her hips while setting a languid pace. She kissed his silver hair as she moved, holding him by the head, keeping him caged to her chest. 

"You're doing so well for me, baby. So, so well. Gods…"

He leaned upward to look at her, and she met him halfway as she kissed his forehead and continued to ride him with all that she had. He had begun to match her as his hands roamed, one holding a breast while the other explored the smooth skin of her back. His hand pressed into the wet hair that freely flowed down her back, making her hiss at the cold drops of water dripping down. 

"You look so beautiful with your tits bouncing for me like this."

Her hips had begun to hurt from the effort, and she slowed down, the tip of his cock hitting her spot slowly and faintly with each moment. Aemond, however, was only getting started.He took to holding her hips in place with both his hands, and took control. Her breasts bounced each time he rocked her hips, and she looked thoroughly fucked with her eyes rolled back and her back arched as he drew a third orgasm out of her. 

"Gods Aemond, it's too much, too much! So good baby, so good. Shit!"

His hands traveled to her asscheeks, holding them tight as he continued to pound into her mercilessly, moving her up and down as he aggressively met her halfway and rutted into her with renewed vigor. She completely gave herself to him, to do whatever he wanted, and she got the feeling that he loved that.

"You love being in charge. Don't you, baby?" she rasped, and Aemond laughed before sucking her nipple. 

He then bit it and she screamed while holding his head for support. She slowly began rocking her hips again and picked up the pace, the lewd sounds of skin slapping the only indication of life for a long distance around them. She let a hand slam onto the window as she moved her hips, helping him chase his high too.

Her walls tightened and her pussy clenched around him, and she was going mad with want. His hold on her ass got tighter and his other hand met hers on the car window, fingers now entwined.

"I'm close, baby. Gods, where should I…"

She removed their hands off of the window, not sparing a second glance at the print on the glass. "In me, cum in me. I'm on the pill." 

His thrusts got slower and relaxed and she continued to ride him, her teeth nibbling on the top of his ear. In two more thrusts, his cock twitched in her and he groaned, his head buried in the valley of her breasts.

She hugged him close as his cock stayed firmly buried in her. When their breathing had finally gotten normal, she pulled his head up by his damp silver hair and kissed him with all that she had. 

His fingers flitted all over her body as they kissed, both of them completely blissed out from pleasure. She felt him begin to soften after a time so he lifted her up and put his cock back into his pants before lowering her down and letting her straddle him once more.

"Gods…who would have thought, hm?"

"Not me."

"And yet, here we are…"

She was slowly coming back to reality, and it hit her that this may very well be a one time thing. He wanted to make her feel good, and he had done it. Her heart felt heavy - she knew it was unwise to get attached to her roommate's brother, but she could not help it.

"So, what are you going to do now? Drive me home?"

He chuckled darkly and kissed her. He looked amazing in his fucked out state, and she thought that she could look at him for hours.

His lips met her nose. “Tomorrow…” Her cheeks. “...You're coming to dinner with me." Her lips.

"Are you asking or telling?" she quipped playfully. 

"Regardless of which, I'm sure the answer is yes. Hm, baby?" She giggled and nodded as she felt his hand tease the belt of freckles under her breasts. She held it in place there, until he took hold of it and brought her wrist up to his lips. "Good."

His lilac eye met hers. "But for now, I'm going to drive us to my place."

"Yours? I thought…"

He growled, taking in her nipple and biting it slightly before licking over it. She sighed, letting him have his way with her, having lost all sense of coherent thought the moment her legs turned to jelly at the very first of his touches.

“You look so good, baby - naked and ready for me like this. It’d be a crime to let you spend the night alone, when you could be with me, hm?” She nodded, feeling her senses leaving her body. “Good girl,” he murmured, letting go of her nipple with a wet pop before burying his head between her breasts, his lips peppering soft kisses on any inch of skin he can reach.

When she finally managed to come back to reality, it hit her what they had done. She fucked her roommate's brother, and she had no idea how to explain it to Helaena. The car had become too warm for her liking too, and they both smelled of sweat, sex and cigarettes. "Aemond…"

He ignored her, continuing on with his soft kisses as he trailed his hands all over her arms. She called out for him again, and he looked up reluctantly.

"Do you think we were rash? With… this?"

She bent her head down, the nervousness of not knowing what she wanted to hear taking over her as the fog in her mind cleared. Her hair engulfed their joined heads as their foreheads stayed glued together, almost like a curtain keeping them from the rest of the world.

"I waited long enough. We'll be fine." 

He went back to kissing her chest, but she was not convinced. She tightened her hold on his hair and pulled him up to look at her once more. "You waited twenty minutes after you found me on the streets. That's not too long," she quipped. 

At her words, he sighed against her body, warm breath fanning her and making goosebumps rise up on the flesh. "I've waited for this, for you, ever since I saw you for the first time. That's long enough, don't you think?"

She melted at his words, realization hitting her like a cold gust of air. Her face softened, and she let the back of her fingers slowly graze over his cheek. She smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. More than enough."

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Please more Billy Cutler 🥹🥹

Maybe some day!!

Y'all, I swear, I have so many fics planned but I started my first job last week and I've been so busy and all i wanna do is sleep on my days off😭

oh staaaaaaaappppp, you're making me tear up for real😭 thank you so much, i'm so glad you enjoyed it that much lmaoo

𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮 - Aemond Targaryen

i got a job so now i don't have any time to write, but i'm still trying to find the time on my days off but all i wanna do is sleep lmao. But here's this, it turned out way longer than it was supposed to be lmao

Summary: After your father betroths you to another lord, your secret lover is livid when he finds out and decides to make you and everyone else see that you will always be his.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), arranged marriage (not to Aemond), possessive!Aemond, period typical misogyny, loss of virginity, slight innocence kink, breeding kink, not so dry humping, very slight dubcon, and noncon exhibitionism (reader is unaware, therefore not able to consent)

word count | 9.4k🤙🏻(oops)

You almost let out a scream when your father told you his “happy” news. You were stunned into silence, frozen in fear but boiling in rage beneath your skin.

Your father informed you that he had found you the perfect match, some old fat lord in the North that would strengthen the bond between your two houses. Of course, it wasn’t your perfect match. It was your father’s. He was always power hungry, but you never thought he’d give you up to a stranger for more wealth. You always thought you were his little girl, precious and untouchable, always the favorite. Oh, how wrong you were.

As fearful as you were for yourself, you couldn’t help but think how terribly your lover would react.

You had been secretly spending time with the second son of the King, prince Aemond. Your father had moved the two of you to King’s Landing after he managed to snag a spot as one of the Master of Coin’s advisors on the small council, allowing you to be in the vicinity of the royal children more often than not. You were quiet, kept to yourself, much like the young prince. You were intimidated by all the royals at first, but most of them welcomed you or were indifferent, which you didn’t mind. You met all the children when you first got to the Red Keep. You liked Helaena, she was kind and open minded, besides the ominous words she often spewed, you thought of her like a sister. Aegon was more so the indifferent one, and Aemond seemed to be as well. Aemond never showed any emotion on his face, so it was hard to get a read on him. When introducing yourself with a curtsy, all he did was nod and let out a hum of acknowledgement. It often felt like he only tolerated you, until he proved otherwise.

You were wandering the halls waiting for your father to get out of a meeting when the elder prince Aegon had cornered you, deep into his drinks and unable to control his urges, begging you to allow him to take you back to his chambers and show you “a good time.” You had always felt a sense of unease around the firstborn son of the king, especially after being warned by the servants that he had a tendency to get handsy, but you always tried to give people the benefit of the doubt, even living in the world you did. Prince Aegon had never tried to seduce you before, so you figured he respected you as the daughter of a member of the small council. Again, you had a habit of being wrong in your opinions.

Aegon had grabbed ahold of your hand and started placing wet kisses on the palm of your hand, trying to pull you with him. But before Aegon could go too far, his younger brother shoved him away from you, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Aegon immediately backed off, clearly in fear of his brother and drunkenly stumbled down the halls back to his quarters. “I apologize for my brother’s behavior, my lady. I will make sure he does not bother you again.” And that he did. After that day, prince Aegon never even looked in your direction, much less tried to seduce you again.  You found prince Aemond in the library the next couple days, thanking him for his help. “I couldn’t bear the thought of a lady as beautiful as yourself getting defiled by the halfwit I’m forced to call my sibling.” 

It made your heart flutter.

After that, you found yourself wanting to spend more time with prince Aemond. He was thoughtful, passionate, and surprisingly kind. He was everything the rumors had said he wasn’t. Aloof, bloodthirsty, and cruel, those were the rumors you had heard about the younger prince. Sure, he could be those things towards other people, but never towards people he cared about. You saw how he behaved around his mother, sister and her children, especially with the children. He let his niece and nephew play with his hair, his clothes, anything they could get their stubby little hands on, all while a content smile decorated his face. He was the only one who actually listened to his sister, the only one who treated his mother with the utmost respect. You even caught him joking around with Ser Criston Cole in the training yard one morning. And steadily over time, you become one of the people he cared about.

It was subtle things that made you realize prince Aemond started to care for you. Firstly, he saved you from being assaulted by his brother. Afterwards, he would start to exchange pleasantries whenever you’d see each other, something he did not do to anyone else. At first, you thought that maybe his mother forced him to seek out conversation with you, just out of politeness or for some sort of advantage. But what sort of advantage would the prince have if he befriended you? Over time, the prince would seek you out so often that he couldn’t have been forced to do so, and surely not being as gentlemanly as he was with you when he did. Spending a morning with princess Helaena and the children, your face heated up furiously when she told you in confidence that her brother had a soft spot for you. She had also told you that Aemond might’ve been too gentlemanly, not afraid, but cautious to make the first move.

Back then, you weren’t too worried about your father marrying you off that you felt you could explore a courtship on your own without disapproval. Plus, courting prince Aemond wouldn’t be the worst for your house, if you ever thought that way. You were still a naive girl, never been through many hardships or traumas, you had a rosy view of the world even with all your education. You were an optimist, the thought of taking a chance on prince Aemond didn’t frighten you as much as it should have. You didn’t think of what the repercussions could be if he didn’t reciprocate your attraction, and what his rejection could do to your father’s role on the small council. But it turned out to be the best decision you could ever make.

During a walk with prince Aemond around the Godswood, you decided to bring up your relationship with him. “Besides Helaena, I feel as though you’re my closest friend here.” Your direct statement had briefly taken him by surprise, no one had ever been bold enough to express sincere feelings towards him. Most were too intimidated by him to even look in his direction, but you never seemed scared of him, even when the two of you first met. It was awkward as any first meeting goes, but after that, you were never afraid to look him in the eye and speak freely, despite him being a son of the king. 

You were endearing to Aemond, a feeling he had only felt towards his sister and her children. But you were different, he felt a protectiveness over you much like his family, but jealousy had also come with it. Seeing you talk to any other lords or men at court made an uncomfortable pressure form in his chest, a weight that burned and he couldn’t get rid of it no matter how much he tried. That day when he found Aegon practically drooling over you, it took everything Aemond had to not bash his older brother’s face in. Aegon was lucky to get away with just a shove. It troubled Aemond that he yearned to do more, to his brother or any man that gazed upon you salaciously. He felt the need to protect that childlike innocence you still often displayed. When the feelings got too strong, he’d often seek out Helaena to vent and listen to her cryptic advice. Most times, she’ll just giggle, which wasn’t helpful but he was just thankful his frustrated venting didn’t disturb her.

So when you revealed that his sister may have fibbed about his secret affection for you, he had half a mind to storm into her chambers and tell her off angrily, even though he’d never do that to her. But he did feel embarrassed, his face flushing a dusty red. He froze when you took a step closer to him, your natural warmth radiating off your body and onto his, your eyes looking up at him with a familiar expression. He often saw a similar look on Aegon or the whores on the Street of Silk, but it didn’t disgust him now when that particular look was on your face. In fact, he couldn’t look away. You looked between his eye and his lips, wetting your own and raising yourself up on your toes so your face was level with his, a delicate hand holding onto his shoulder for support. He didn’t move, wanting to see how far you would take it, your behavior already proving unbecoming of a lady. Though, he couldn’t help the way his eyelid became heavy with lust as your lips got closer and closer to his.

Disappointment rushed through Aemond as you kissed his cheek, leaving his lips tingling and yearning for yours. Along with that disappointment, he also felt a surprising warmth. You had kissed him so gently, almost featherlight, and he’d never experienced that kind of affection from anyone, not even his mother. He was all sharp and rough edges, no one daring enough to risk being cut by his frightening figure. But you pulled away, unharmed, a shy smile on your face. Unfortunately, that was all you had done. “My prince,” You curtsied politely, and left a stunned Aemond in the Godswood nonchalantly, as if you hadn’t just triggered a part of him that he never thought he’d feel; desire. He had thought he wanted to protect your innocence, but now, all he could think about was ruining you.

The next morning, there was no place you could hide from prince Aemond. He found you almost immediately as the day started, dragging you to a secluded part of the Red Keep where he knew there would be no prying eyes. “Quite the display you made yesterday, care to enlighten me on the sudden…affection?” Aemond had asked.

You only smiled innocently, too innocently. “Whatever do you mean, my prince?”

Aemond reveled in the light gasp you made when he pressed you against the wall, his arm resting on the wall above your shoulder and the other on your waist, the slight pressure making you dazed. “You know very well what I mean, my lady. That kiss. Such a tease. You look so meek and innocent on the surface, but beneath all your polite smiles you’re just a little vixen, aren’t you? I’ve half the mind to take you right here right now, out in the open where any lord or lady could see.” The hand on your waist tightened, moving up your side but he froze when you placed your hand on his, a nervous expression on your face.

“Prince Aemond, I’ve never–I’m a maiden, my prince, I can assure you.” You stuttered uncharacteristically, making Aemond loosen the grip he had on you. “I never meant to make you think that…I was a woman of…loose morals.”

Aemond’s brows furrowed, one hidden beneath his eyepatch. “Then, yesterday? Why did you kiss me like that, just on the cheek, and leave?”

You exhaled a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. “I didn’t want to just kiss you on the cheek, trust me. I almost really kissed you, but then a realization hit me right before I could. If someone were to see, report it to my father…he could lose his position because of me and I couldn’t do that to him. I’d be shamed, labeled a whore or worse.”

Aemond hummed, taking in your words, only a few really being comprehended more than the others. “If you had really kissed me…I would’ve kissed you back.”

You looked down at your feet, giggling shyly. “I assumed.”

Aemond lifted your chin with his hand gently, making sure your gaze stayed on him, your widened eyes making him force back a smirk. “You still could. Kiss me.” He stroked your cheek lightly, the peach fuzz of your face tickling his knuckles.

“B-But, my father-”

“Your father doesn’t have to know. I know the Red Keep like the back of my hand. I know the places that are scarcely visited, when others are devoid of servants or family, and there are secret passageways all over the Keep and there happens to be one that leads from your room,” He leans in close, his lips right next to your ear, “all the way to mine.”

You almost moaned, but pushed him away before your desires overcame you. “As delightful as that sounds…I don’t plan on giving away my maidenhead anytime soon. I can’t risk siring bastards, it would bring shame upon my family and my house. I’m sure that…you could understand.” 

He could, and he did. As much as he wanted you, he’d respect your decision. He understood being a woman in this world was much more dangerous and had stricter societal rules. Besides, he’d never want to have bastards, that would be hypocritical. Though, the vision of your belly swollen with his seed made him aroused more than he would ever admit. He’d keep it to himself. “Of course, my lady. I’m not attracted to you just because you’re a maiden, you know? But…there are other things we can do together.”

You smiled. “Like what?”

Aemond’s hand was back on your waist, sliding his body against yours until his warmth and scent encompassed you entirely, bringing back that same dazed feeling in your head. “I could teach you about the history of Old Valyria, our house, maybe even teach you some Valyrian if you’d like.” His hand ran up and down your side, when you think his hand will reach the underside of your breast, he’d go back down. A frustrating cycle, his tone of voice not helping either. It did not sound like he was talking about teaching you history, more like teaching you about more…intimate studies. “We could read together in the library, perhaps I could introduce you to Vhagar one day. But first, you could kiss me. No one is around, no one will be for a while. That’s not too dangerous, is it?”

Your face flushed with heat, your eyes growing heavy with lust, a similar position you had him in just yesterday. “No, I suppose not.” You breathed out, placing your hands on his leather covered chest, feeling the tight muscles beneath, making the sensitive apex of your thighs ache with want.

Aemond stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, taking his time and his eye running over every detail of your face he could find, finding the imperfections that endeared him to you even more. He placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture making your heart thump even more rapidly in your chest, the anticipation almost making you lose your patience. Is this what you made him feel yesterday? But after what felt like an eternity, Aemond finally started to lean in, his breath fanning over your face, your own intermingling with his. 

It was featherlight at first, tickling, not enough pressure to even feel like a kiss. But after a few seconds of Aemond simply teasing and tracing his lips with yours, he finally pressed against you more firmly. His lips were soft against yours, not rushing and moving languidly, eliciting a small noise of contentment from you. As he opened his mouth to trace his tongue on your bottom lip, you could tell he had some practice. You both deepened the kiss, his hand on your waist tightening and pulling you forward against him until your back ached off the wall. His other hand cupped your jaw roughly as the kiss became more passionate and frenzied, his teeth nibbling the sensitive flesh of your bottom lip until you winced from the sting, but you found that you quite liked it. You reached one of your hands to the nape of his neck, tangling and tugging at the silvery white hair until he groaned, the both of you sighing into each other’s mouths as desire overtook you.

You finally realized, despite you being adamant about retaining your virtue, your body was moving on its own accord. You were pawing at Aemond like some lecherous woman on the Street Of Silk, soft moans and sighs leaving your mouth unabashedly. Only when your hips started canting up towards him you finally managed to stop yourself, pulling your lips away from his with wild panting breaths.

“You’re a fast learner, my lady.” Aemond panted, chuckling breathlessly, seemingly unwilling to let you go.

“I suppose I am.” You mirrored his shy smile, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace only to immediately yearn for his arms around you again. “Perhaps we could read together in the library tomorrow?” You asked hopefully.

Aemond smirked. “To read, or to repeat what we just did?”

You scoffed, lightly smacking his shoulder. “To read!” You giggled, making Aemond laugh in return. You felt yourself swell with pride. It was so rare to see the prince genuinely laugh, and to be the one to elicit such a reaction from him, it made you feel like you were on top of the world.

When you both met up in the library the next day, you didn’t do much reading like you had planned…

From that day to the present, that had been a lot of what your relationship with prince Aemond was like. You got to know each other, of course. You had deep conversations, shared secrets you never told another soul in the world, learned about each other’s cultures and traditions, and grew fond of one another as the days passed. You each both confided in one another, making your bond deep, spending every moment you could in the privacy of your own bedrooms. It was inevitable that you fell in love with each other. Aemond spoke of his feelings first, which surprised you, thinking that it would be you to tell him first.

It had been a normal day like any other. Aemond was trying to teach you some Valyrian, laughing harder than he’s ever laughed in his life at your gods awful pronunciation at most of the words, but you were trying so hard he almost felt bad for laughing at you. Almost. When you finally perfected the phrase he was trying to teach you, your whole face lit up with pride. He had found he had a habit of just staring at you, especially when you smiled. He thought you were one of the most beautiful sights the world had to offer and he realized he needed you like he needed oxygen, and that’s when he said it. “I fear I’ve fallen madly in love with you, my lady.”

It only took you a few seconds for it to register, the statement making you freeze, then overwhelming joy completely consuming you. “I love you too, my handsome prince.” You grinned brightly, taking Aemond’s breath away and forcing a surprised huff from his lips when you lunged towards him, accidently knocking him out of his chair and you with him, collapsing together on the floor of his bedroom. You would’ve been mortified if it weren’t for the dark, lustful look in his eye as you hovered above him, your legs naturally coming to straddle him, like you were made to be in this position with him. Your face flushed with heat as you could feel the evidence of Aemond’s arousal through his trousers, pressing against your own aching core. “I want you…I want you so badly, Aemond.” You spoke brittly, the throbbing between your legs getting harder to ignore. Aemond leaned up off the floor with his elbows, surging forward to kiss you before you stopped him. “But I can’t give up my maidenhead…”

Aemond deflated in disappointment, but a light shined in his eye suddenly, a soft smirk adorning his lips. “I know of a way we can without taking your virtue.”

You sighed. “I don’t know-”

“Do you trust me?” Aemond looked up at you with pure love and adoration, the intensity almost forcing you to look away. 

“With my life.”

Aemond situated himself on his bed, only in his smallclothes, making his erection even more prominent than before. He helped you undress down to your shift, with your permission, indulging in the feelings of your barely covered breasts as your gown was practically see through. You weren’t nervous or embarrassed like you thought you’d be, Aemond just made you feel so at ease and comfortable, looking at you like you were a goddess he worshiped that all insecurity fled your body in that moment. “Sit on my lap,” He instructed calmly, not giving away how eager he was to feel you against him. He had more self control than that, besides, he wanted this to be about you as much as himself.

You placed yourself in the position you were previously, just behind his arousal, waiting for his guidance. Aemond didn’t say anything as he took hold of your hips, bringing you forward until your aching cunt made contact with his cock through his smallclothes, the contact already making you both sigh out in pleasure. “Just rock yourself against me, sweetling.” He guided, helping you find your rhythm until you started to rock against him yourself, but his hands still stayed at your hips to ground himself.

This technically wasn’t losing your maidenhead, but it felt so good that it still made you guilty, but you were too aroused to care.

You moaned softly as you rubbed your slick folds against his clothed cock, your clit getting delicious stimulating pressure with every cant of your hips, all the while Aemond did not take his eye off you, his own groans of pleasure escaping his lips. “Does it feel good, my lady?” Aemond asked, almost smugly.

“Yes, my prince. So good.” You stuttered, finding it difficult to multitask…and breathe. You found yourself quickly getting overheated, your legs started to shake with your efforts. Aemond seemed to sense this, rolling you over on your back, a smile coming to his face when he saw the wet patch you already made on his smallclothes. “Did…I do that?” You asked in embarrassment.

Aemond smirked with pride. “It means you’re enjoying it, my lady. Now let me take over for a while, alright?” You nodded, your face heating up like a furnace as he hovered above. Even when making sure he wasn’t crushing you, you could still feel the power in his body, how easily he could force you into submission. But he wasn’t, he was letting you take the lead for the most part. But now, he was rutting against you, his clothed cock rubbing against your core just as perfectly as the previous position you were in. He was more confident and assured in his movements than you were, hitting your clit with more precision, making you cry out his name.

You clawed at his back, high pitched whines leaving your mouth, panting heavily. Aemond kissed all over your face, neck, and pulled down your shift until your breasts were freed from its confines to kiss them as well. Aemond’s breathless moans fanned against your ear, where he had tucked his face in the crook of your neck, the occasional soft whimper making you feel emboldened enough to roll him over to straddle him once again.

You braced your hands on his bare chest as you started to rock yourself faster, an unfamiliar pressure building in your lower stomach that threatened to burst if you kept going. It scared you, how could it get any better than this? You already felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, what would happen if that coil in you did burst? You thought you’d die on the spot, but Aemond kept giving you reassuring words and soothing your overheating body with his hands, encouraging you to keep going. “It’s alright, my lady. I’ve got you.” He cooed, one hand on your hip and the other taking hold of yours to kiss across the thin skin of your knuckles.

You felt the pressure building and building, like the whistling in a teapot getting louder as the water rose in temperature; until you came with a strangled cry, the feeling of euphoria overpowering your senses, your hips stuttering, tears coming to your eyes and falling down your cheeks in rivulets. Aemond’s grip on your hips returned, the force surely causing bruises to form as he continued to rock you against him, chasing his own end. You powered through the overstimulation, the sight of Aemond losing himself to his pleasure enough to make you want to do it all over again. He came with a loud grunt, his eye shutting tightly and bucking his hips up against you until he painted the inside of his smallclothes white, his spend mixing with yours. “You are truly magnificent, my lady.” 

You loved each other so much. You couldn’t imagine life without him, and he felt the same as well. You always imagined living the rest of your life with him, married someday, and a gaggle of white haired children running around the Red Keep. That was until your dreams were crushed when your father told you that you were to be wed to someone who wasn’t your handsome prince.

How were you going to break the news to Aemond? How badly would he react? You didn’t want to stop being with him, you cared for him more than anything. But you had a duty to fulfill, you had to listen to your father, you simply had no choice. Women never got a choice.

You entered prince Aemond’s chambers through the secret passageway that he had shown to you, your heart already dropping to your stomach as he looked up from a book he was reading, grinning ear to ear as he laid his eye on you. “My lady,” He rose to his feet, greeting you with a soft kiss. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Your expression must’ve given you away, for his grin fell, a look of concern replacing his joy. “What’s the matter, my love?”

You deflated, instinctually burrowing yourself into his chest with quiet sobs, his arms instantly wrapping around you. “My…my father…” You hiccupped, unable to get the words out for it was too painful.

“Shh, shh, shh,” Aemond cooed, rubbing his hands along your back to try and comfort you. “Take deep breaths, love. Take your time.”

“My father has betrothed me to someone else.” You cried, your tears falling freely off your face, staining your cheeks and creating a dark patch on Aemond’s white tunic.

Aemond froze, his heart starting to beat rapidly in his chest, anger threatening to take over his entire being. “What?” He spoke darkly, his voice dropping several octaves. “No. No, you can’t.”

You pulled away, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand angrily. “I have no choice, Aemond. Father has already set up a meeting with the lord. No matter what, I’m expected to marry him…bed him and bear his children.” You spat, your fate making you wish you were never born.

Aemond grabbed your shoulders tightly, a wild, dangerous look in his eye. “No. I won’t let this happen.”

You sighed in defeat. “Unfortunately, my love…it’s not up to you.”

You left his chambers feeling worse than you had felt before. Usually, you always left him beaming and weightless, like you could conquer the world as long as he was by your side. But now, you were going to be forced to leave him. You didn’t want to marry someone lord from the North. All your life, you’ve heard how hard living in the North was, how the citizens and even lords lived more like Wildlings than actual people. You’re betrothed was rugged, hairy, loud, and plump, the total opposite of your Targaryen lover. The thought of having to lay with someone like that, especially for your first time, it never failed to bring you to tears. It made you want to run back to Aemond, just so your first time would be with someone you loved. But that would be a sin, and if found out, might get you killed. If you didn’t bleed on your wedding night, your virtue would be called into question and you’d be labeled a harlot and be discarded onto the streets or worse. Your father promised the Northern lord a virgin, so you had no choice but to remain chaste.

Over the next few weeks, the Northern lord visited King’s Landing to meet you. You tried your best to be polite, not act disgusted as you truly felt whenever you were forced to dine with him. You barely saw Aemond, and you couldn’t, lest you garner unwanted attention that would have rumors spread like wildfire. But that didn’t mean Aemond tried to stay away himself.

Every so often, you’d spot him in the corner of your eye, watching you intently. You were never afraid of him, but you now started to fear what he might do to keep you, not that you’d protest. You could feel the tension in the air constantly when he was around. There came a point where Aemond would interrupt every meeting you had with the Northern lord. Even though it was quite amusing to see your prince so jealous, you couldn’t help but worry what your father would do if he found out Aemond was trying to sabotage your courtship. You could tell the lord was getting annoyed with all the interruption, but unfortunately, that made him all the more determined to wed you. Aemond wasn’t helping, at all. And he could tell. The night before your final meeting with the Northern lord to determine if you’d make a good match, Aemond came to your chambers through the secret passageway.

“Aemond? The hour is late, what are you doing here?” You asked with a bashful smile, standing up from your bed in nothing but your nightgown, not leaving much to the imagination.

Aemond smirked, sauntering towards you and placing his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him. “What? I’m not allowed to see my lady?”

Your face grew hot at the possessiveness of his words, a pang of arousal shooting through your core. “No, my prince, you are not. Because if you recall, we’re not wed.” You sighed sadly. “...and never will be.”

Aemond tsked in annoyance, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully. “You say that like it is a sure thing.”

You frowned. “Is it not?”

Aemond tilted his head as he gazed upon your face, running his pointer finger down your cheek, then along your jaw, gently lifting your chin up so your lips met his. “I will not let this happen to you, love. You. Are mine. Not some Northern dog…do you trust me?”

“Of course.” You asked immediately, melting against his touch, like his skin was a balm against yours.

“Then let me take care of it. Of you.”

“You already take care of me, my handsome prince.” And with that, his lips were back on yours in an instant, possessive and more aggressively, making you whimper. His hands caressed your body, running along your sides, grazing the underside of your breast until they traveled down to grab handfuls of the fatty flesh of your ass, eliciting a squeal from you. “Aemond,” You chuckled breathlessly between kisses, “I have to wake in the early morning.” You sighed out as he attached his lips to your neck, sucking harshly. “Aemond, no marks tonight.” But he paid you no mind. Then, you felt his fingers brush against your clothed core, and you had to push him away. “Are you trying to…bed me?” You asked nervously.

Aemond smirked. “I am.” 

Your eyes widened, taking a step away from him, causing him to frown. “Why can’t we do what we normally do? The way without taking my virginity?”

“Do you not want me, my lady?” He asks, desperate to get his hands on you again.

“Of course I do, my prince. But to bed each other now, while I’m betrothed to another; it is a sin against the Seven. You know this.”

“What did I say? I will take care of it. But first, let me take care of you. I want you so badly. I’ve wanted to be buried inside you since I first laid my eye on you. Please, my love, I need more than just rubbing myself against you.” You gasped as he took hold of your hand and guided it to palm his already hardened cock, “Feel how I yearn for you?”

“I yearn for you too…” You stuttered, running your slightly trembling hand over one of his biceps while you experimentally squeezed his hardened length, causing him to let out a soft growl.

Aemond caught your lips with his once more, his breathing quickening as he felt his desire grow. “Then say yes.”

Then with a hesitant breath, you spoke, “Yes.” 

As soon as the word left your lips, Aemond found yours with a vigor you hadn’t experienced from him so far into the relationship. He was desperate, and so were you. Your shaking frame gave away how nervous you truly were, but he soothed you with his hands, running them along your uncovered skin until you relaxed for him.

Aemond kissed and nipped at your neck as he led you to your bed, slowly undoing the various buckles and laces that held his clothing together. He smiled shyly as you raked your eyes over his now naked form. Even though you’ve seen him like this before, there was a whole new element involved, knowing that you two were going to be the closest two humans could possibly be. You lifted up your hand to reach for his eyepatch, noticing his body tense but allowing you to remove it. This wasn’t new either, but it still took Aemond some getting used to being so vulnerable with someone, that little boy in him still scared that you’d be disgusted by his scar; but as you removed the piece of leather for the umpteenth time, you smiled lovingly as his sapphire glimmered in the light from your fireplace. “My beautiful prince.”

You shivered as Aemond slowly pulled your nightgown down your body, goosebumps rising all over your skin at his featherlight touches. “My beautiful lady.” He replied with a smirk, allowing his hand to lower further down until he reached the slickness that spread over your folds. “So wet for me already, darling.” He chuckled.

“It’s easy when you treat me the way that you do, my love.”

“Yes? And how do I treat you exactly?”

“...like a princess.”

Aemond gripped both of your hips tightly, pulling your body flush against his, feeling his erection prodding against your inner thigh, his eye staring down at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. “If all goes according to plan, you will be…” He spoke ominously.

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion. “What do you-?” You squeaked as Aemond pushed his lips against yours roughly, interrupting your question and replacing any thought you may have had with pure desire. He had such power over you, you couldn’t even fight it, not that you'd want to. He moved up your body, leaving sparks in their wake, trapping your face in between them as his mouth devoured yours desperately. You moaned at his passion, feeling completely wanted and cherished and he hadn’t even done much to you yet.

You gasped as Aemond guided his throbbing length to glide against your folds, your slick creating a pleasant friction that had your prince groaning at the feeling. You held onto him tightly as he rutted against you, his cock nudging your clit with every thrust. “I-I thought…you were going t-to bed me?” You babbled mindlessly, the minute pleasure you were feeling already throwing you for a loop.

“I am, my sweet lady. I need to get you warmed up first, understand? Patience.” He lightly scolded, his tone only making you more impatient. “On the bed.” He ordered, and you obeyed diligently. You tried not to shiver as he stalked above you, like a predator cornering his prey, making you feel even more vulnerable than you already were, his one remaining eye making his gaze more intense somehow. “Spread your legs for me.” You shivered then, the slight chill in the air grazing your cunt unpleasant, but it was worth it to see Aemond’s lips twist into a proud smirk. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, my lady?”

You watched with heavy lidded eyes as Aemond sloppily kissed up your legs and inner thighs, his long silver hair tickling your skin and the slight sandpapery feel of his chin surprising in how much you liked the sensation. Then, you felt his panting breaths on your core, jolting as he licked one long stripe along your folds. “What are you doing?” You asked in a gasp.

“I’ve read about this before. It is supposed to be pleasurable for you, my lady. Would you like me to stop?”

You shook your head. “No…please, keep going.” He smiled and dove in, using the tip of his tongue to run through your folds teasingly, barely stimulating your clit, making you whine.

“You taste divine.” Aemond moaned like he was the one being pleasured, making your face heat up. The bed shook lightly as he gently rutted into the sheets, hearing your whines and whimpers making his cock ache for attention. You let out a breathy moan as Aemond suckled at your clit, the feeling making your eyes roll to the back of your skull briefly. You couldn't stop your hips from jerking up against his mouth, but he placed his hands there to hold you down.

“Oh, gods, Aemond. Right there, please, please…” You whined, his tongue plucking your strings to perfection, making you near that euphoric crescendo way too quickly. “So close…” You babbled, unable to form a word as you neared your peak.

“Come.” Aemond ordered gruffly. “Come for me, my lady.” And with a loud, sharp cry, you came on his tongue, your senses bubbling over like boiling water. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.” He praised, soothing your overheated skin with his rough hands, pinching your pebbled nipples in fascination. He kissed your tears from your cheeks, gazing down at you in adoration, the expression directed at you almost as good as reaching a climax. “Think you’re ready for me, my love?” He asked softly, and you didn’t care how much it would hurt, you wanted him badly.

“Please…I need you, Aemond.”

You started to notice how anxious Aemond must’ve been, the way his hands trembled as he ran them over your soft skin, the way he took his breaths like he was frightened. He didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted to make your first time as painless as possible if he could, but his body was so aching and ready to take you just the way he wanted. But he restrained himself for you. He could be rough with you another time. “Tell me if it gets to be too much.” All you could do was nod.

Your own cum slick entrance wasn’t enough to prepare for how much you’d have to fit inside. You knew Aemond was well endowed, but you didn’t think you’d ever have to worry about it actually fitting inside you. You had to hold in your cries as he pushed the tip of his cock past your entrance, a heated sharp pressure building in intensity the more he pushed in. He groaned above you as you pulsed at the intrusion, but you wouldn’t dare to tell him how much it actually hurt, not when he looked so pretty like this. The pain was worth it. But after he finally bottomed out, he gave you a well needed break and the pain slowly morphed into something more. It still hurt a bit, but now you needed him to move, like you’d die if he didn’t.

Aemond gasped silently as you started to gyrate your hips, encouraging him to start moving. He started off slow at first, still worried about hurting you. But as he noticed your pained whines turning into moans of pleasure, he sped up his thrusts a bit more. He couldn’t stop the smirk that worked his way onto his features as your breasts bounced with every cant of his hips, his hand reaching out to grope them roughly. “Fuck, my love. You feel so amazing.” He panted, his skin starting to glimmer with a thin sheen of sweat.

WIth how much slick you were producing, you wouldn’t be surprised if your bed linens were ruined. You could hear yourself, you could hear where Aemond’s body met yours with each thrust. With his cockhead hitting a place deep inside you paired with the sound of the splash of your wet skin violently meeting his, you could feel that intense building sensation that you had grown so accustomed to thanks to Aemond, but it was different. You could almost feel him in your chest, he was so deep. 

You moaned and sobbed uncontrollably, your velvety walls clenching tightly around his cock, making him grunt loudly. “Oh, gods, Aemond!” You cried, almost hyperventilating due to the overwhelming pleasure. You didn’t even realize you were clawing into his shoulders until he pinned them to the mattress, forcing you still as he plowed into you, but still unable to stop the rest of your body writhing in oversensitivity. “Aemond, Aemond…” You whined, practically shaking underneath him.

Sweat dripped down Aemond’s forehead and off his nose, the fireplace roaring not helping with how much warmth the two of you were creating between your bodies. Your sweat covered bodies clung to one another, sticking you together, the filthiness of it all making it all the more passionate. “I know, my love. Hold on, I’m so close.” He panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as he chased his end. His eye rolled to the back of his head as he was right on that edge, just one more thrust could do it, but instead he pulled out, making you whine. Aemond stroked himself quickly until he came on your stomach with a loud groan, shuddering as goosebumps rose along his skin. “Fuck…” With one final kiss to your swollen lips, he collapsed beside you, his chest rising and falling deeply in exhaustion.

You both turned towards one another as you caught your breath, a small smirk playing at the corner of Aemond’s lips. You hummed contently as he ran one of his hands up and down your upper arm, leaning into his touch like a kitten. “Are you alright, my lady?” He asked sweetly.

You nodded bashfully, teeth showing in a bright smile. “It was everything I ever dreamed of.”

Aemond leaned forward to kiss your forehead, bringing you close to his chest. “I’m glad I could be the first one to give this to you.” But the comment only made you frown.

“What happens now?”

Aemond looked down at you burrowed in his chest, an aura of confidence buried just beneath the surface of his thoughtful expression. “Let me worry about that, my love. You just sleep now. Sleep.” He cooed, and being as exhausted as you were, you had no trouble obeying him like you always had.

By the time you awoke, Aemond had already left, but not before leaving you a note saying something about his princely duties but he also took the time to remind you how much he loved you. It satisfied you anyway as you also had duties to attend to, and you could only pray to the Seven that no one important noticed your slight limp.

Meanwhile, all Aemond could think about was the night you shared together. Training was a bit more difficult in that respect, even gaining Ser Criston’s curiosity about where his head was at. He just blamed it on a restless night, which…wasn’t false. But his thoughts were also occupied by a plan that formed in his mind. This day would require luck on Aemond’s part, if he were to do this correctly. Being a son of a king, he had his ways of knowing where anyone was at any time. What he hadn’t expected, however, was his target making his way towards Aemond himself. “Lord Umber, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Aemond greeted coldly, not shying away from the lord’s attempts to appear intimidating. It was amusing, if anything. Pathetic, more like.

“I don’t know what your intentions are with my betrothed, but I would advise you stay away from her. I don’t care if you’re a prince. She’s mine, or will be very soon.”

Aemond couldn’t help but smirk, his mind conjuring up all the ways he had already made you his, right underneath this hairy oaf’s nose. “My lady does not belong to anyone but me, lord Umber.”

The larger man laughed, amused like Aemond was a child who had just told a joke. “She’s yours, is she? Sounds to me like your royal highness is jealous.” Aemond narrowed his eye. “Yes, I’ve seen you with her. The way you cling to her side like a lost pup. You just can’t imagine her being with someone else, can you? Well, don’t worry, prince Aemond. Once she’s my wife, I’ll treat her kindly on our wedding night; but just the first time. By dawn, her voice will be sore from screaming my name. She’ll have sired me an heir by the time I’m done with her.” Aemond had half a mind to slit this stupid man’s throat right then and there. How dare he speak of you that way? And as if the man couldn’t get any dumber, he continued on. “She seems so innocent, doesn’t she? I bet she’s never even tried pleasuring herself. Imagine how tight her-”

And with a swift pommel to the temple, the Northern lord was finally interrupted from his perverse rant and knocked unconscious.

Aemond hummed, staring down at the man with a certain morbid curiosity. How strange a man that burly could be rendered completely useless by just one blow to the head. It just hammered in the thought in his mind that this lord was not worthy of you. Not one bit. He’d deal with the consequences later. Right now, he needed to find you before the lord came to. And he found you fairly quickly.

“What are you doing?” You giggled nervously as Aemond dragged you to a certain part of the Keep, gasping as he pushed you up against the brick wall, the memory of being in a similar position not that long ago flashing in your mind. You hummed as he kissed you lovingly, leaving your eyes heavy lidded and pupils lust blown as he pulled away.

Aemond held up his index finger, motioning for you to wait. He looked around the corner of the somewhat secluded area of the Rep Keep, smirking furiously when he saw the Northern lord still laying in the hall right where he left him. He could wake at any moment, Aemond would have to start now. “I started to miss you as soon as I left, my love.” Aemond spoke as he found his way back to you, running his calloused hands along your sides. “Couldn’t stop picturing you split open on my cock. Need to see it again, need to feel you.”

As Aemond tried to lift up your skirts, you made a feeble attempt to stop him. “But, what if someone were to walk past? Anyone could see us?” You whisper yelled. Aemond restrained himself from rolling his eye. That’s quite the point.

“That’s why I checked if anyone was near, my love. Please, my cock aches for you.”

Oh, how could you refuse when he begged so prettily like that?

Aemond lifted up your skirts, feeling a wetness gathered at the apex of your thighs. “Do you just get wet at the sight of me, my lady?”

Your face burned like a furnace, a bashful smile on your lips. “Maybe.”

Aemond grinned, turning you so your front was pressed against the wall. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, my prince. Please, fuck me.” You whined, and he couldn’t hide his expression of pride and shock.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you, hm? Not make love to you?” He teased, talking in your ear as he undid his trousers.

You shivered, feeling the blunt tip of his cock prod at your entrance. “Yes.”

Aemond heard the faintest shuffling from the hall, halting his movements briefly. He turned to see in the corner of his eye the silhouette of lord Umber, frozen as he stared at the shocking scene before him. Aemond could only laugh under his breath as he pushed into you, smiling genuinely when you couldn’t bite back your moan. “Fuck, my love. Still just as tight as you were last night.”

You cried out as Aemond’s thrusts speed up in their pace and roughness immediately, the force jolting your whole body in place, making your breasts push against the brick wall. “Who do you belong to, my lady?” Aemond growled suddenly, marking up the skin of your neck with his teeth. “Say it! Who do you belong to, jorrāelagon?”

“You, Aemond!” You stuttered, losing yourself in the pleasure he was giving you.

“You’re mine, are you not?”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours. Only yours, my love!”

“Not that idiot Northern lord Umber?”

“No, I belong to you. I don’t want anyone else, my prince.”  You babbled, almost unable to form full sentences.

“Think he could make you feel the way I can?” Aemond hummed with a dark smirk, knowing fully well the lord could hear them. He hadn’t looked towards the burly man in a while, focusing on making you fully relent to him, forcing you to scream exactly how he’s made you his. If he could guess, the lord was probably red with rage, the thought making him pound into you faster. “Hmm? Can you not answer me, my lady? Is my cock making you feel that good?” He asked condescendingly.

“So…so good…” You moaned, peaking without any stimulation to your clit.

Aemond grunted. “You want my cum, love? You want me to fill you up?” You must’ve been out of it, because you begged him to. “Good girl. ‘M gonna give you my cum. Fuck, you’d look so beautiful carrying my child if my seed takes, wouldn’t you agree?” By that time, lord Umber was long gone, and Aemond could sense it. Now, he was just saying whatever he felt like saying for himself. The image of you married to him, carrying his Targaryen babe, made him finally let go. 

Aemond’s chest heaved against your back, sweat making your clothes stick to your bodies. “Avy jorrāelan…” He grinned at your attempt, your pronunciation was a bit off, but he couldn’t say anything when you spoke the words so sweetly.

“I love you, my lady.” He nuzzled into the back of your neck, inhaling the scent of your hair. “Mine…all mine.”

What came after that was par for the course.

Lord Umber, enraged and embarrassed, went to your father to tell him what he had seen. The Northern lord demanded a virgin, but in his eyes, what he got was a whore. It was his word against yours, a woman, so you obviously wouldn’t have been believed even if you were telling the truth. But out of pure survival instinct, you lied and denied. You would never give away your body like that, even to a prince. Your one saving grace from being scalped publicly, was prince Aemond. To get his side of the story.

“Lord Umber said that he saw you and my daughter…engaging in premarital activities.” Your father spoke, his voice unsteady in his rage.

Aemond, as calm as you ever saw him, spoke, “That is an outrageous lie. I would never defile a lady such as her.”

Lord Umber guffawed. “You lying prick. I saw you, balls deep into this whore.”

Aemond’s eye darkened, taking a step closer to the three of you. “You are a guest here, lord Umber, but you forget yourself. To spread such vile rumors against the son of the king, is treason.” And with that one word, the warmth in the air depleted, leaving a cold eerie silence in the room. “Do you know what happens to people that commit treason against the crown?” Lord Umber was uncharacteristically silent now. “On your way in from the middle of nowhere, you did notice all the heads that were stacked neatly on pikes, correct? Those were all men and women who spoke lies about us. Would you like your head to join them as well?”

The Northern lord was finally frightened into submission, but Aemond didn’t stop there.

“I shall have my grandsire arrest you and behead you on the morrow.”

“Wait, my prince!” Lord Umber called out desperately. Aemond smirked, how the big strong men fall when they’re faced with death. “Please, I take back what I said. I didn’t see anything! It must’ve been someone else. I sincerely apologize for being so quick to anger and place blame on the wrong person. Please, forgive me.” He begged.

Aemond pretended to consider the apology, but he knew what he wanted from the moment they sought him out. “I will pardon this indiscretion…but for a price.”

“Whatever it is, my prince, it shall be yours.”

“Your betrothed.”

“What?” You, your father, and lord Umber spoke at the same time.

“I will let you keep your head if you give me her. Seems to be a small price to pay, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your father and lord Umber shared looks, while you and Aemond did the same. Theirs were filled with fear and uncertainty, but yours with Aemond…pure love and respect. You didn’t even think of the means he was able to make this happen. But now, you wouldn’t have to leave for the North with a man who would never see you as his equal. Now, you have the chance to live with the love of your life for the rest of your days.

“She’s yours, my prince.” Your father announced, and you had to stop yourself from jumping with joy.

“You made the right choice. As for you, lord Umber, I want you out of King’s Landing by daybreak. If any of our guards find you after then, I’ll bring you back here and behead you myself. Are we at an understanding?”

“Yes, prince Aemond.” Lord Umber spoke, excusing himself and running with his tail between his legs. No amount of chains could hold a dragon down.

For the first time in Aemond’s life, he didn’t care that he disappointed his mother and grandsire. He gained his father’s permission and that’s all that mattered to him. Although, it wasn’t too difficult to convince a man addled on Milk of the Poppy.

That same night, Aemond came to your chambers, immediately captured in an embrace. “How?” Was all you asked.

“You know how people say Targaryens are closer to gods than men? Well, I just used some of my godly powers.” He grinned, kissing you like his life depended on it. “I hope you aren’t upset with me.”

You huffed incredulously. “Why would I be? Aemond, you save me from a miserable existence in the North. I can’t thank you enough. If you hadn’t done what you did, I’m sure my father would’ve found me another lord so he could fill his pockets.” 

Aemond lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his bright eye. “You won’t have to deal with your father any more, my love. I’ll take care of you. And I will not let anything or anyone come between us. I swear it.”

Finally, Aemond was all yours, and you were his; now and forever.

yeah, i rushed the ending so i could finally finish this. WHAT OF IT???

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Javier Peña

pedro pascal has me in a chokehold and i'm not gonna apologize for it. take this smut. also, this is basically just a self insert cause i couldn't help myself

Summary: All alone at a bar after being stood up by a blind date, you catch Javier's lustful eye.

Warnings: self insert basically (I'm half Mexican so...yeah, I made reader Mexican too. sue me), alcohol and drug consumption, dancing and leaving no room for Jesus (grinding), SMUT (MINORS DNI), one night stand, fingering, oral (m!receiving), spanking, kinda mean dom!Javi

word count | 4.3k🤙🏻

You didn’t think your night could get any worse.

First, you get all dolled up just to be stood up by your date, then the friend you came to the club with abandoned you to hook up with some random guy. You hoped you’d at least meet someone here to soothe your bruised ego, but there weren’t any takers or anyone that met your standards. Yeah, tonight seemed like it would be a bust.

Unbeknownst to you, across the bar, Javier Peña couldn’t keep his eyes off you. After a rough day on the job, his partner encouraged him to come to this club to blow off some steam. He was content just hanging out with Murphy, until he saw you. The expression on your face is what caught his eye first, the way you had a permanent frown and look of disappointment. He instantly knew you must’ve gotten stood up, or broken up with. Why would anyone stand up someone as gorgeous as you? He’d never know. He really thought you were. Gorgeous. The way your eyes sparkled in the club lights, the way your lips wrapped around the rim of your margarita glass, leaving a subtle red stain with your lipgloss. Of course, he couldn’t help but notice your attire; a dress just above knee length lined with lace, hugging the form of your torso but flowing around your hips. He followed the curve of your ass down your legs until he got to your freshly pedicured feet that sported wedges that matched the dress. He hated knowing that you must’ve gotten dressed up for nothing.

You were such a stunner, Javier didn’t even register Steve was even talking to him. “Sorry, what?” He tried speaking over the music blaring over the speakers.

Steve only laughed, shaking his head as he took a swig of his beer. “You’ve been eyeing that bird ever since we got here. Just go talk to her, man.”

Javier shook his head, turning back around to face his partner. “Nah, I came here with you. It’s fine.”

Steve gave him an unimpressed look, totally not believing him. “You’re so full of shit. Right now, I know the last thing you wanna be doing is spending time with little ol’ me when you could be chatting up a beautiful woman. I’m alright, thinking about heading home to my woman actually.” He finished his drink and started to get up before Javier could even respond. “Enjoy yourself, you’ve earned it after the day we’ve had. See ya on Monday.” 

“But, I-” Javi’s voice trailed out the farther Steve walked away, leaving him alone and slightly buzzed. He looked back over at you, somehow looking even more pitiful and on the verge of completely giving up on fun. He sighed heavily before chugging the rest of his beer. “Fuck it.”

You didn’t hear the approaching footsteps over the music, getting startled out of your thoughts when you heard a voice from beside you. “Te ves como si te estuvieras divirtiendo.” The man beside you said, his voice straining a little so you could be able to hear him. At first glance, you thought about leaving right away, but once you got another look, this man was actually pretty attractive. He was tall, gruff looking, but his smile was sweet.

You smiled apologetically. “Lo siento, no hablo español.” You cursed yourself for never learning Spanish.

“Oh, no problem. I’m originally from the States, so. You’re not Colombian?”

“Mexican, actually.”

“Ah, muy bien.”

You giggled, taking a sip of your margarita to calm your nerves in front of this very handsome man. “Spent my whole life around Hispanics and never seemed to pick it up. My father is very disappointed in me.” His laugh made a blush bloom across your cheeks, but thankfully the lights in the club were dim enough to make sure he couldn’t notice.

“What are you doing in Colombia?”

“Holiday, invited by a friend.”

“And what brings you to this club tonight? Got a hot date?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

You huffed. “Well, I was supposed to meet someone here, but he was a no show. I came here with my friend too, but said friend has ditched me tonight.”

His eyebrows furrowed into a frown. “They left you after you got stood up?”

“Oh, no, she wouldn’t do that. I told her she could, but that was before I was ghosted. She’s probably back at our hotel getting dicked down right now. So, I figured I’d stay here a while to give her some privacy or snag someone here for myself.”

“Any takers?” Javier already knew the answer to that, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

You sighed with a sad smile. “Nope. I’m completely alone here.”

He leaned in closer to you, resting his forearms on the bar stand. “Well, not anymore. Can I buy you a drink?”

You smirked. “I don’t even know your name.”

He reached out his hand. “Javier Peña.” You closed the gap, taking his course, warm hand in yours. He grinned as you told him your name, as if you just told him the secret of life. “Bonita. Two whiskeys, por favor.” He spoke to the bartender. Oh, this guy was good.

“You’re a bold one, aren’t you?” You giggled.

He shrugged. “Have to be in my line of work. Plus, if I wasn’t, I’d never get laid.” You almost spat out your drink. Well, bold was an understatement.

“And what line of work would that be?”

Javier seemed to hesitate at that, scrunching his face in a frown for a brief second. “DEA Agent.” You nodded in acknowledgement, your expression plain so he couldn’t guess what your stance was. You weren’t running away immediately, so that was a good sign.

Throughout the next hour or so, you both talked each other’s heads off. Each of you telling each other about your work, hobbies, likes and dislikes, even some political stances (the alcohol may have loosen your tongues).

Then, your eyes lit up as a popular Spanish song sounded through the speakers. “Oh my god, I love this song!” You beamed, your body instantly swaying to the beat in your chair.

Javier smiled, stepping away from the bar and extending his hand. “Dance with me?”

“You’re just gonna assume I know how to dance?”

“You’re Mexican, aren’t you?”

“Half.” You chuckled nervously.

He shrugged, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the stool you were sitting on. “You’ll be able to keep up. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Promise.” He purred, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. Oh, he was trouble.

You let out a surprised squeal as Javier spinned you around with his hand before getting into the dance. The song was more fast paced, so you both settled on a messy salsa. Javier led you well, laughing off whenever you accidentally stomped on his foot. You had taken a salsa class before, so you weren’t too terrible. But you could tell Javier could’ve looked much better with a more experienced partner. But he didn’t choose someone else, he chose you. “See? You’re not that bad!” He shouted over the music, causing you to grin.

“Well, you’re an excellent dance partner.”

As the energy died down and a slower song came on, you and Javier stepped closer together, wrapping each other’s arm around the other as you started to sway to the music. Your heart thumped in your chest as he looked down on you with those dark, mysterious eyes. He didn’t even try to hide every glance down to your lips or your chest that was pressed up against his. Taking a look around, all the other couples on the dance floor were in similar positions, most making out which caused a blush to form on your cheeks. Javi seemed to notice as he smirked, stepping back to twirl you around, pulling your back against his chest, still keeping up with the beat.

“And what about this song? Is this another favorite?” He spoke against your ear, eliciting a shiver down your spine as you felt his breath fan across your skin.

You shook your head. “I’ve never heard it before.”

“Oh, it’s a great song. It’s about getting to know a woman’s body for the first time.” Your eyes widened. “What she likes, how she likes to be touched, learning if she likes it slow…or rough.” You silently gasped as Javi gripped your hips tightly, pulling your ass against his pelvis, bringing one hand to press against your lower stomach. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the music or maybe it was just you, but you subtly smirked as you grinded back against him, a soft groan escaping from his lips as he tightened his hold against you.

“That does sound like a great song. I bet you know all about that, hm?”

“I am a fast learner.” He growled, running his tongue up the side of your neck, instinctively allowing your head to loll back to rest against his shoulder. You bit your bottom lip to keep in a moan that threatened to escape as his teeth dug in gently. You smiled as you felt Javier’s bulge against your ass, the music allowing you to grind against him without raising any brows. 

“Should I guess what you like?”

He hummed. “If you come back to my apartment with me, you won’t have to.”

You turned back to face him, a bright smile on your face. “Will you be gentle?”

He smirked darkly. “I don’t think that’s what you want, querida.”

The both of you didn’t waste any more time in that dance club. You felt your arousal pool in your underwear as Javier all but dragged you outside to slam you against his car, his lips already brushing against every piece of exposed skin he could find before kissing you roughly, his mustache tickling. You moaned at the intensity of it, not having been laid in a long, long time. But you couldn't get too ahead of yourself, you weren’t at his apartment and you were still in public, but by how handsy Javier was being, you figured it didn’t bother him. “Are we going to your place or should I just take off my panties right now?” You giggled as you gently pushed him away, keeping him at arm's length.

“Sorry. I don’t normally take my time…” He whispered breathlessly, placing a feather light kiss on your cheek.

You smirked. “I have some weed if that’ll make you relax.”

Javier narrowed his eyes and pinched your side playfully, making you wince. “You know, I could arrest you for that.”

“Yeah. But from the hard on that pressing against me right now, you really want to get in my pants. Can’t fuck me when I’m in a jail cell.”

“I can be creative.” You let out a whimper as he smacked your ass hard, groping the fatty flesh through your dress before reaching behind you to open the passenger side door of his truck. “Get in.”

You chuckled at his demanding tone, clearly worked up, but you didn’t have the heart to tease him anymore so you obeyed. You almost flinched as he slammed the door shut, speed walking to the other side of the car and starting the engine as soon as he got in. On the road, Javier extended his hand towards you, palm facing it. You raised a brow in confusion. “The drugs.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Seriously? It was a joke. I don’t have any weed.”

Javier looked you up and down with a glance before a smirk came to his face. “So you wouldn't mind if I search you?”

“Where would I ever hide it? My bra? My cunt?”

“Scared I’ll find some?”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, shifting in your seat to slightly face him, leaning up against the door as you removed your underwear but keeping your dress covering your modesty. “I’ve got nothing to hide, sir.”

Javier’s eyes darkened as he glanced between you and the road. There wasn’t much traffic, so he figured he could get away with it. He reached his hand over and patted your torso down, reaching further and further until he got to your breasts, kneading the flesh softly until his fingers dipped in past your dress and bra. You sighed out as he roamed your tits, pinching your nipples until they hardened. “All clear?” You teased, squeezing your thighs together to get some friction.

“Not yet. I have one more place to check.” You tried not to shiver as his hand trailed down your body, lifting the hem of your dress out of the way and pushing your legs apart to lay his eyes on your glistening pussy. You could hear a soft growl from him as he slid one of his fingers through your slit, your wetness gathering at your entrance quickly. “Been a while, has it?” You gasped as his middle finger started to press against your clit, heat rushing to your face and neck, contrasting against the cold window your head rested against.

“A bit, yeah.” You exhaled shakily.

Stopping at a red light, Javier’s eyes were fixed on your face as he inserted two of his fingers inside you, watching the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head briefly as your lips parted in a moan. He groaned, curling his fingers rhythmically and trying to stretch you out preemptively. “So fuckin’ tight, babygirl. Squeezing my fingers so hard.” Well, it was hard not to when his fingers were so thick and long. He definitely was an expert in this field, finding that place inside you that always had you panting and whining, which is exactly what you were doing as he paired the thrusts of his fingers with his thumb circling your clit.

“Fuck, that feels so good Javier.” You moaned, holding on to the dash for dear life as you tried not to squirm too much.

“Call me Javi.” A sudden honk of a horn jerked you and Javier out of the moment, the spotlight turned red minutes ago, causing the car behind to lose their patience. You giggled as he cursed in Spanish as he sped off, faster than before, anxious to feel all of you. With his fingers still inside you, Javi hastily parked his vehicle on the street outside his apartment, ripping off his seatbelt to lean over to kiss you sloppily. “You were close before, weren’t you?”

You nodded with a whine, the windows starting to fog with your panting breaths. You held onto his shoulder as he forced you to that peak once more, just the right move to push you over the edge. “Javi, fuck-!” You whimpered, the wet squelching of his fingers moving in and out of you echoing in the truck.

“So wet.” He chuckled darkly. “Gonna come on my fingers, querida?”

“Yes. Yes, Javi!” You moaned loudly, heat taking over your whole body as you rode out that wave of ecstasy on his fingers. Javier groaned as he watched your face contort in pleasure, it almost making him come in his jeans untouched. He grinned as he watched your slick coat his fingers and pool into his palm, pulling his hand away to see your cunt make stringy cobwebs of cum. “All clear on those drugs, agent Peña?” You joked when you noticed his oblivious fixation.

He chuckled softly. “I don’t know. I think you’ll need to join me in my apartment for a further evaluation.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Your hands shook as Javier led you up the stairs to his apartment with heavy and hot gazes towards you, almost to make sure you were following him. Like you’d ever want to leave with the promise of getting laid. He seemed to be antsy like you, fumbling with his keys and having to take a deep breath before unlocking his door. But once you stepped over the threshold, all possible nerves promptly left his body as he pinned you to his wall and kissed you passionately. You whined as his hands wandered until they gripped onto your ass, grinding his clothed erection against you.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you, hermosa.” He growled before latching onto the crook of your neck with his teeth.

“Then don’t.” You whispered shakily, palming his bulge which elicited a low, deep groan from him, the noise causing a pang of arousal to resonate through your entire body. You wanted to hear more, but Javi grabbed your wrist.

“So eager, babygirl. Want me to make you come again that badly?” He chuckled mockingly when you nodded. He led you to his bedroom, sitting you down on the edge of his bed with his lips latched onto yours. “Wanna feel those pretty lips around my cock.” He hummed as he unbuttoned his jeans. Your eyes widened and mouth watered as Javier took his cock out, thick and long. Obviously his jeans had hidden its actual size, you didn’t know if you’d be able to fit it inside. “Think you’ll be able to take it?”

“I’ve just never had someone as big as you, Javi.” That seemed to make him smirk with pride.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll go easy on you. First, at least.” Javier gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, suddenly feeling intimidated by his domineering stature; but it only turned you on even more. “You wanna suck my cock, princess?” You smiled in reply, licking your lips and leaning forwards to lick up the small bead of precum gathered on his slit, the action making him hiss softly. Making sure to keep eye contact with him, you licked the underside of his cock from base to tip, wrapping your lips around the head and suckling on it gently. “Oh, you’re a tease, huh?” You yelped as Javi grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled harshly, taking advantage of your surprise and shoving his cock in your mouth. You instantly tried to relax, sucking on him until he let out a lovely moan. “That’s it. That’s it…good girl.”

His praises and moans went straight to your core, making you even needier than before. He sounded so pretty. Even if your jaw started to ache, you wanted to keep hearing his breathless noises of pleasure. You made a pretty picture, Javier thought. Your lips and tongue around his cock, looking up at him with tears spilling out the sides of your eyes whenever he hit the back of your throat, your moans of exertion causing a delightful vibration. He wouldn’t last much longer like this. He needed to fuck you. Now.

You gasped as Javier pulled you off his dick, kissing you roughly before removing his shirt, your lips upturning in a smile as you admired his body. “Clothes off and lay back on the bed for me, sweetheart.” He ordered, and you had no problem obeying, might’ve even been a bit too eager, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your face flushed with heat as his gaze fixed on your breasts, licking his lips and smirking. “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous, baby.” You giggled as he pounced on you, sloppily kissing you while positioning himself in between your legs.

You bit your lip as Javier rubbed his dick in between your slick folds, gasping as the head nudged your clit. “Want you inside me so bad, Javi.” You whispered, one hand cupping the side of his face and the other bracing yourself on his shoulder as he started to slowly push in. Your head fell back to the pillow beneath you with your mouth open in a moan, Javi fully sheathing himself inside your velvety walls.

“Fuck, babygirl.” Javier groaned, his brows furrowed, trying to restrain himself from plowing into you right away. He had a vice grip on your hip, while his other hand was groping your tit. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck me harder, Javi, please.” You whined, canting your hips upwards to try and get more friction, but he roughly pinned you down with his hands.

“Ain’t gonna last long if I do that.”

“I don’t care. Please.” You begged, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. Javier growled as he pulled out of you, flipping you over on your front, head down and ass up, pushing himself back in your pussy harshly, setting a cruel pace. “Fuck!” You groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull in a pleasured haze. He fucked you hard and slow, each thrust making you jerk and cry out every time he hit the ends of you, a loud slapping skin against skin noise echoing through his entire apartment. You’d be surprised if his neighbors didn’t come banging on his door telling you to keep it down.

“You like this better, slut?” He mocked before letting out moans of his own, the new position one of his favorites, that much you could tell.

“Yes. God, yes, Javi!” You started to prop yourself up on your elbows, but Javi pushed you back down, keeping your face pressed against the pillow.

“Keep your fuckin’ head down.” He demanded, grunting loudly with every thrust. “Anything else you wanna complain about, sweetheart?”

“Can you…can you spank me, please?” You couldn’t see him from your position, but he grinned, followed by a couple hard slaps to both your ass cheeks, making you moan in appreciation. You could tell he enjoyed spanking you, since he did it often, your skin throbbing and raw but it felt so good. His grip on your hip he used as leverage started to turn painful as opposed to the pressure it previously felt, just knowing you’d have plenty of marks afterwards, and you couldn’t wait to see the masterpiece of bruises he left on your skin in the morning.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re making it real difficult to keep it together. I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer.” You lifted yourself with your arms, trying to turn yourself on your back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I wanna watch as you come.” You smiled sweetly. Now how could Javi deny you when you looked like that? He allowed you to turn over, then he sat up on his haunches and wrapped your legs around his waist. He looked so fucking angelic from this angle, looking down at you with a pleasure ridden face, the sweat coating his body making him shine, his hair disheveled and a dark look his in eyes. The sight paired with his ruthless thrusts, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you, made your second climax of the night get closer and closer, you could almost taste it. 

Javier watched as goosebumps rose all over your body, your nipples hardening and your walls clenching around him tightly, signaling you were close. If it weren’t for how close he was as well, he’d surely have an arrogant smirk on his face from how drunk you were getting off his cock. “You gonna come for me again, querida?”

“Yes, Javi!” You cried, your body starting to shake uncontrollably as the first shock waves of your orgasm washed over you. “Oh my god, fuck, I’m coming!”

Javier let out a strained moan as your walls pulsed around him, soaking his cock and your face contorting in pure euphoria. He couldn’t resist grabbing ahold of your hand, giving you an anchor to ground yourself as you came down from your high, additionally giving him something to hold on to as he started to reach his own climax. “Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside…” You whispered breathlessly. “Come inside me, Javi. I want it. I need it.”

Javier grunted loudly as his warm ropes of cum painted your walls, his muscles tensing and soft whimpers escaping his mouth as he stilled inside you, panting as if he’d just run a marathon. He surprised you by kissing you softly, then your chin, cheek, and finally your forehead. Much more tender than he previously was. You almost whined at the loss of contact as he laid beside you, immediately lighting a cigarette, offering you one, but you politely declined, claiming you had your own. Instead, you slightly sat up in the bed and pulled out a joint from your bag, smirking to yourself as you knew he’d throw a fit.

You took glances over at Javier as you lit up your joint, resisting the urge to laugh as his eyes widened at the smell, immediately snapping his head towards you with furrowed brows. “Are you really smoking grass in front of me right now?” He scolded. “Seriously? You lied to me.”

You smiled. “What’re gonna do? Handcuff me?”

His eyes darkened, setting down his cigarette in an ashtray and leaned over to hover above you.“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You only replied by taking a puff of your joint and blowing the smoke in his face. You whimpered as he kissed you hard, biting your lip until he broke skin. “You know marijuana is a gateway drug?”

“Oh, shut up!” You chuckled, putting out your joint so you could focus on kissing him. “You really gonna arrest me, Javi?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, just…just don’t do it around me, alright?”

You raised a brow playfully. “Oh, so this wasn’t just a one time thing?”

He didn’t meet your gaze. “I mean, not if you want it to be. I was going to ask if you wanted to, ya know, do this again sometime?” He spoke softly, looking back up at you with a hopeful expression.

You giggled giddily, feeling like a teenager who just got asked out by your crush. The grin that stretched across Javi’s face at your reaction made your heart thump in your chest even faster. “Of course, Javi. I’d love that.”

“Good.” He smiled, kissing you one more time.

You smirked. “Hey, maybe you could use your handcuffs on me next time.”

“Whatever your heart desires, querida.”

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