Ok For One Year Anniversary I've A Request!

Ok for One year anniversary i've a request!

10+20 from nsfw prompt with Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon/Strong!fem!reader.

(plus: I imagined the scenario in general where reader finds herself arguing with his uncle, and in the throes of indignation or anger she slaps Aemond in the face and leaves him breathless; if this was to somehow defeat him instead it triggers in him a burning lust for his niece and...well I leave the rest to you)

Thank you so much and happy anniversary!!

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x (female) Reader

Summary: nsfw prompt 10 ‘for an argument to turn into sex’, & nsfw prompt 20 ‘for angry sex’ | you and Aemond are betrothed, but it doesn’t stop his eyes from wandering elsewhere...

Warnings: minor act of physical violence (face slapping), slightly sexist remarks (calling another woman a ‘whore’), smut, rough / angry sex, kinda slight dub-con for a minute?, penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

A/N: okay so I may be alright with it in the show but incest isn’t something I necessarily want to incorporate into my writing so in this fic I’ve not explicitly explained their specific parentage or heritage! the only thing I’ve really made specific for the reader is that they’re from a highborn family in Westeros, one that would be deemed suitable enough to be betrothed to Aemond, so yeah you could make it so the reader is directly related to Aemond or you could imagine it so there is no direct link, it’s up to you guys as you read it! anyways, thank you so much for the request darling, and I really hope you like it!

You were trying to enjoy your engagement banquet, to enjoy the celebration of your betrothal to none other than Aemond Targaryen. But the only emotion that filled you was a cutting fury as you watched your betrothed on the dance floor, his hands roaming all over that Tyrell girl who had come to visit just for this occasion.

Your knuckles were turning white where you gripped your wine cup so tight with anger. Each laugh she threw his way, each smirk he offered her, each time their hands moved even more boldly over each other’s bodies; it all pooled in your chest like a river of lava hot rage, threatening to erupt. 

You and Aemond had grown up together at the Red Keep. And it was safe to say there was no love lost between the two of you, meaning it had been an awful surprise when it was announced that the two of you were to be betrothed. You’d known he had no feelings for you in that way, that were of no interest to him, in that manner anyway. But he could at least not make it so obvious, not rub it in your face as he was so clearly doing now. 

Your vision and your mind had become so blurred with these thoughts that you don’t notice Aemond stalking over to where you sat until he was almost right in front in of you.

“Why so sour, my lady?” Aemond smirks sinisterly just as he swipes a cup off the table, taking a swig of wine. 

You glare at your betrothed, refusing to dignify him with an answer. You could tell by the wicked glint in his eye that he knew what was wrong. He just wanted to taunt you. To make you admit it out loud.

You keep the searing glare in your eyes even as you force a false smile on your lips. It was a smile you knew Aemond would see right through, not that you really cared. You wanted him to know you were angry.

“Nothing, my prince,” you force through gritted teeth, your jaw clenched as you smile blandly.

“Nothing?” He taunts, raising an eyebrow. “Well, then won’t you bless your betrothed with a dance?” He hums wickedly, extending a hand towards you, bowing slightly.

You turn your head away from him, clenching your jaw even tighter and squaring your shoulders.

“It seems you already have a dance partner. There’s no need for me to interrupt,” you sneer back at him, trying to keep the waiver of pain out of your voice.

“Hmm, is that jealousy I detect, princess?” He teases cockily. “That’s not an emotion very befitting of a lady,” he practically purrs.

You stand up hastily, glaring with fire at Aemond. 

“Fuck you. How’s that for befitting a lady?” You hiss. “And I am not jealous,” you add quickly, hoping he wouldn’t catch the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

“You’ve made it perfectly apparent, my dearest betrothed, that you feel nothing for me,” you continue, “I only hope I’ve made it clear that the feeling is mutual,” you lie, your jaw tensing as you attempt to keep back the tears that threatened to spill.

And with that, you spin on your heel and storm out of the main hall. 

You only find sanction alone for a few brief minutes before you hear the heavy wooden doors to your room open behind you. You’re infuriated to see it was no less than Aemond that was stalking into your room. You whip round to face him, not bothering to hide the fury on your face.

“What do you want?” You seethe.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he just cocks his head to the side and smirks at you, his eye roaming unashamedly over your body. The silence is palpable, broken only by the steady crackle of flames burning in the fireplace. It’s not long before your anger starts to rage inside you again, burning just as hot as the fire beside you, until finally you snap.

“What do you want, Aemond?” You repeat, letting your anger lace the edge of your voice. “Why are you here? Why don’t you go back to the banquet? Back to that Tyrell whore?” You hiss savagely. 

“Ah,” he smiles knowingly, “so you were jealous,” he muses.

“Is it a crime to feel anger over the fact my betrothed so clearly wants to fuck another woman?” You practically shout, your voice going hoarse.

His mouth hardens into a flat line as he looks at you, but he refuses to answer.

“Do you deny it?” Your voice raises to almost a yell.

Flat silence.

“Do you deny it?” You ask again in a breathy whisper, hoping he doesn’t hear the crack in your voice. 

“What if I do?” Aemond suddenly sneers, his eyes narrowing. “What if I do want to fuck her?” He hisses.

Before you can think the better of it your hand reaches up, colliding with Aemond’s cheeks in a sharp slap, the contact stinging the palm of your hand.

Aemond lets out the smallest of surprised gasps as his head swivels to the side with the force of your palm. His mouth hangs open slightly, his lips twisted into a sinister smirk; a smirk that seemed to be simultaneously both shocked and impressed, laced with just a hint of anger and mischief. It was a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. You straighten your back, tilting your chin upwards defiantly, trying to cover the shock you felt at yourself.

Aemond’s head turns back towards you, menacing in the slow and calculated movement. His eye flicks up to meet yours, the cold blue hue somehow alight with flames. Before you can even formulate your next sentence, his hand is gripping your jaw harshly, his fingers digging painfully into your cheeks as he cups your jaw. His smirk twists into a wicked snarl as he leers down at you.

You look up at him defiantly, trying to cover just how much his words had stung, how deep they’d cut. He laughs darkly as he steps towards you, pressing you backwards until your back hit the stone wall. He pushes in right against you, effectively pinning you to the wall. You raise your hand again in panic, readying to land another blow to his smug face.

But this time Aemond is ready, catching your wrist before your palm can once again make contact with his cheek. He sniggers wickedly as he pins that wrist to the wall above you. Your breath hitches in your throat as he looks down at you, a kind of hunger burning coldly in his blue eye. But you keep your glare on him steady, looking at him rebelliously. He hums cockily again just before he ducks his head and his lips ghost over the skin of your throat. His mouth moves over your neck with a surprising tender gentleness, peppering hot kisses across your flushed skin. His other hand, the one not pining yours to the wall, moves to hold onto your waist, his fingers pressing through the fabric of your dress.

This was not exactly how you thought Aemond would react to being slapped, particularly by you.

“Wh- what are you doing?” You whisper, making a pathetic attempt to push him off you, colliding your chest with his. 

But Aemond holds his ground, refusing to budge. He then kisses his way up your throat and leans his face in close to yours, his nose brushing against your cheek as his lips graze the shell of your ear.

“You say that the feeling is mutual,” he echoes your words from earlier. “That you don’t want me. But I happen to know you’re lying,” he whispers wickedly.

“I am not lying,” you quip.

“Hmm, tell me you don’t want this then,” he challenges, bumping his nose against yours as he now bites your bottom lip gently. 

He kisses you roughly, slamming his lips down on yours. You moan in surprise, earning a satisfied hum from Aemond. His lips move over yours, dominating your mouth, leaving little room for defiance or arguing.

“Tell me you want me stop,” he smirks against your mouth.

His words are a challenge, and you rise to meet the occasion. 

“I don’t want this,” you seethe, biting harshly on his bottom lip now, hard enough to draw blood. “I despise you.”

Aemond staggers for a second, his eye blinking wildly as he brings a finger to his lip, examining the drop of blood that pools there. That godforsaken evil laugh sounds from him again as his gaze flicks back to meet yours, his eye impossibly dark with a wicked lust.

“I don’t believe you,” he sneers before kissing you roughly again.

You gasp a moan in surprise, cursing yourself for letting the sound escape you, especially when you hear Aemond’s smug groan in acknowledgment. He kisses you vehemently, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

“If you really don’t want this...” he drawls against your mouth just as his hand hikes up the fabric of your long skirt, exposing your bare thighs.

His hand then ghosts over the exposed skin of your legs, travelling up until his fingers found the apex of your thighs. An involuntary shiver rolls through your body, another traitorous moan leaving your mouth just as Aemond’s fingers push higher and brush between your folds.

“...if you really do despise me, then why are you so wet for me?” He hums smugly.

You huff indignantly, twisting your face away from him as you feel the warmth of blush creep into your cheeks. He laughs again, his warm breath tickling your skin as he moves to kiss and bite at your neck. Your body writhes as Aemond’s fingers rub between your folds, spreading your wetness and collecting it on his fingers, taunting you as he skims over your clit; enough to tease you without letting you gain any real pleasure.

Anger and frustration bubbles in your chest as he touches you, the smugness practically radiating off his body. You let a smug smile of your own twist your lips as you move your free hand, the one not still pinned to the wall above you, to snake between your bodies. You cup Aemond’s groin, palming him, your smile growing as you feel how hard he is beneath his leather trousers.

“If you really wanted to fuck the Tyrell whore...” you challenge him, mocking his smug tone from before, “...how come you’re so hard for me, hmm?” You smirk up at him, batting your eyelashes with maddening playfulness. 

Aemond glares down at you, his lips twisted in a snarl. He releases your hand that he’d still had pinned against the wall and swiftly moves to cup your jaw again harshly, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him. You stare back at him defiantly. He glowers at you for a moment before he’s suddenly manhandling you, turning you around until your front is now smashed against the wall.

You barely have time to react before you hear the sound of metal brushing against fabric and feel the cold sting of steel caress your back. You gasp in shock as you realise what’s happened; Aemond had unsheathed his dagger only to cut through the fabric of your dress before he was tugging at the ruined material, yanking it down your body until you were suddenly naked and helpless in front of him. 

He keeps you pinned to the wall; one hand lies flat across your back as he pushes you into the cold stone. His other hand moves to undo the buttons of his leather coat. His hand leaves your back for only a moment as he swiftly shrugs himself free of his garments, leaving his chest bare. You use the moment of freedom to push off from the wall, but Aemond’s hips swiftly drive forward as one hand returns to your back, shoving you roughly back into the wall.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, “stay still, pet.” 

“Fuck you,” you hiss, causing another sinister laugh to rumble through Aemond.

“Hmm,” you can practically feel his smirk burning into you from behind, “I’m getting there, sweetheart.” 

He now uses his free hand to undo the fastenings of his leather breeches, tugging them down just low enough to free his leaking and throbbing cock. The next thing you know Aemond’s cock is pressing between your thighs, collecting your wetness just before he angles himself and pushes swiftly inside you. You choke out a strangled moan as he sinks as deep as possible inside you, pushing against you until you could feel the cool leather of his breeches against your ass. 

“Fuck,” he exhales sharply as he bottoms out inside you.

He stops only for a second to revel being seated deep inside your tight and wet cunt before he starts fucking you. He gives you no time to adjust, he goes right into a brutal pace, slamming you roughly against the stone wall with each powerful thrust of his hips. Whimpers of surprise and begrudging pleasure fall from your mouth, your fingers curling and scratching at the wall in front of you as you scramble for a grip. Your hands fail to find purchase and eventually you give up, letting one hand lie flat against the stone.

Your other hand reaches up behind you, tangling your fingers in Aemond’s pale blond hair. As you reach up your back arches, pushing your ass out even further, pushing even closer against Aemond’s hips. Your nails scratch at his nape, giving his hair a sharp tug, causing a hiss of pleasure to sound from Aemond.

His hips start to move even faster, crashing against you, fucking impossibly deep with the new angle provided by you arching your back and pushing out your backside. His hands hold onto your hips with an impossibly strong grip, pulling your ass back to meet each of his thrusts. His grip was hard enough you were already sure you’d find bruises there in the morning. 

“Fuck,” Aemond hisses again as he feels you clench involuntarily around him. “So wet, and so fucking tight,” he grunts hotly against your ear. “Making all these pretty noises, just for me,” he murmurs as he bites into your shoulder.

You grunt frustratedly at his cockiness.

“Gods,” you seethe, twisting your head back until you could look at Aemond’s face as he fucked you. “I really fucking hate you,” your voice breaks with a quiver as he hits that sensitive spot inside you.

He hums wickedly as he presses his cheek against yours, your heavy breaths mixing. 

“You don’t hate this cock though, do you princess?” He taunts darkly. “I can feel you clenching. I know you’re close,” he whispers against your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth lightly.

You moan loudly, threatening to expose your defeat. He was right; you were close. The pleasure had built almost embarrassingly fast inside you. And furthermore, it was also true that you didn’t hate his cock. You didn’t hate the feeling of his cock stretching you so perfectly, making you feel so deliciously full. You didn’t hate it at all. In fact, you almost think you’d never get enough of it. But you certainly weren’t about to his inflate his ego even more by admitting that. 

“Fuck,” you hiss through clenched teeth, “fuck you, Aem- ah- oh- Aemond,” you attempt to quip at him, but your orgasm crashes through you just at that moment, causing your snarky comment to turn into a moan of his name as your body jerks with pleasure. 

“That’s it, princess,” he laughs darkly with a grunt as your cunt clenches over him with each surge of pleasure that your high provides. 

Aemond keeps fucking you even as you squeeze him tightly. His hips snap faster and faster, his groans getting louder and louder, until he finally stills with a noisy grunt in your ear. Your thighs tremble and another sinful moan leaves you as you feel him twitch inside you, warmth flooding you as he releases within your walls. He rocks his hips slowly against you as he draws out your highs, dragging himself almost all the way out before he slips all the way back inside you. An obscene moan rips from you when you feel a wet stickiness slide down the inside of your thighs as Aemond slowly fucks his cum out of you.

After a moment he collapses against you, his chest colliding against your back as you both lean against the wall. His skin is warm and flushed as he lies almost on top of you, covered with a fine layer of sweat. You hate how nice it actually feels to have him so close to you like this, his body connected with yours in almost all the ways possible.

The two of you pant heavily as you try to catch your breathes. Aemond nuzzles against your neck, placing a few kisses across your shoulder. The surprising tenderness of his actions has a warm and fuzzy feeling stir in your stomach. He stays like that for a moment longer, resting against you, before you feel one of his hands snake up your body. His hands travels up your body, tracing over your hip, the curves of your waist, the side of your breast, before his hand finally curls around your neck, his fingers cupping your jaw and turning your head to look behind you until you were facing him. His eyes examine your face, overtly lingering on your lips. 

“You’re mine,” he commands quietly just as he places another searing kiss to your swollen lips, claiming you, once and for all, as his. 

When he pulls away, you’re almost taken aback to see a kind of gentleness in his eye, a softness in his face that you’d never seen from him before. The look stirs more butterflies in your stomach. He suddenly looked so young, so sincere. It made you want to reach out to cradle his face, to kiss every inch of his skin that you could access. It was a look that set alight something inside you. Not jealousy like before, but more like some kind of instinctual protectiveness, like you’d go to war just to keep this look of peace and serenity on his face as he looked at you. 

“You’re mine,” Aemond repeats in a breathless whisper, “Just as I am yours.”

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Imagine if the reader is friends with Jace and Luke but also betrothed to Aemond, so when he makes that offensive toast at dinner, reader gets mad and confronts him. She says that if he actually loves her, then he would stop doing those things, which leads to a confession <3

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭; after a fight-provoking tribute at a family dinner, you ask aemond — your friend and betrothed — where his feelings lie.

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𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄.

It started off a bit rocky, to be fair. But then Viserys’ made a plea for peace, begged for the family to heal, and the tension melted like a slab of butter in a warm hand. Everything finally seemed to be falling into place.

Forgiveness was offered. The family was together. Your betrothed was complacent, despite being in the presence of his nephews. Alicent hid her laugh behind a hand, Rhaenyra’s pretty lips were curled into a smile that matched Daemon’s, Jace and Halaena were dancing — it was all perfect. 

You’re not even sure where it went wrong. It just did. 

You are laying in bed now, hours after the eventful gathering. The insomnia you're experiencing is a classic case; Aemond's tribute plays over and over in your head. You aren’t even remembering the crucial details, like what he said or what you ought to have said.

Instead, all you can recall are the expressions on Luke and Jace's faces, the way the lighthearted mood deteriorated, and the clang of your knife on your plate after dropping it in shock. 

You also remember storming out of the room. 

Truthfully, you are embarrassed at your future husband’s behavior. His smirk had been so arrogant that you wanted to meet it with a fist, and you probably would have if you could get away with it. 

You have been betrothed to Aemond for about a moon, and while you were aware of his distaste toward his nephews, you never thought he would disrupt his family as they attempt to repair the rift between them. 

Over a fucking pig. 

Maybe you should have expected it. 

You met Aemond when you were both children, as your father had established a peace treaty with the Targaryens at the beginning of his reign. You saw the boy get taller, watched his jaw sharpen, and stared on as his charm turned into the stern temperament of a man. He learned to ignore the things that do not serve him. 

You knew that Aemond became a person of duty, of justice; he would not let things go that easily. He held a grudge with the incident. Losing his eye. 

Taking that into consideration, this should not have been that big of a surprise.

And Gods, do you still want to marry him. When your father informed you about the betrothal, you were overjoyed, fit to burst, chest suddenly stuffed with the warmth of the sun and a billion ‘what ifs.’ 

Aemond has fascinated you throughout the years; he has always seemed so at ease and still. Unhurried and righteous. He can remain at the fireplace for a considerable amount of time, leaving you to constantly wonder what he might be thinking and how he is able to survive in such solitude.

You love him. Always have, though you are too scared to tell him. Part of you wonders if he shares the same affections. 

But there’s no chance of that, is there? Aemond does not allow himself to experience attraction or establish attachments. There is no changing that. He must have agreed to the proposal because it was the right political choice; there is no other reason why he would have accepted. 

Aemond loving you back? It’s impossible. 

You roll over onto your side and stare at the window that sits across the room, trying to focus on the moonlight drifting through. It takes about thirty seconds of dead silence for you to realize that you might just go insane. You’re literally about to grab an extra pillow and shove it over your face — with the plan of suffocating yourself to sleep — when you hear a knock on your chamber door.

The noise almost makes you jump. For a moment, you consider not answering it, but curiosity refuses to bid you farewell. You crawl out of the sheets and reach for a match on your dresser, flicking it against the wood to conjure a flame. You ignite the oil lamp that sits on your nightstand, the light basking the room in a warm, orange glow.

You are just making your way over to the door when the knock comes again. Straightening out your nightgown and taking a deep breath, you open it. 

Despite the darkness of the stone hallway, you recognize Aemond immediately. 

No, it‘s not just his chiseled face that gives him away, or the long silver hair that drapes over his shoulders. It isn’t the black leather tunic he wears, hugging his lean chest. It is the way he stands: the confident way he waits for you, chin high, strong and assertive. 

He’s too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people you know.

“Princess,” Aemond greets. His eye briefly looks you up and down before focusing on your face again. “Green suits you.” 

Your gaze flicks down to your nightgown — made from a beautiful silk and a deep emerald, decorated in golden floral designs. It was a gift from the Queen; even though you and Aemond had not married yet, she happily proposed that you start to wear the family’s house colors. You accepted, of course. 

Aemond’s compliment is so genuine that you don't know how to respond. You feel a sense of pride at his admiration. “I do not wear the color much,” you shrug, trying to sound unbothered. “But I will get used to it over time.” 

“You shall,” Aemond nods. He seems pleased. Pleased that you will become a Targaryen, that you will be dressed in the color of his house until the end of your days. It is a reminder that you’re his. All his. 

“My Prince,” you change the subject. “Might I ask what you are doing outside my chambers this late?”

“I have come to talk.”

You fix him with a blank stare. Talk? The last thing you want to do is talk. 

“Where did my guard go?” you ask slowly.

“I advised he take a walk.” 

You get a feeling that the conversation with your sworn knight did not play out that way, but this is your future husband; it probably would not be a good idea to go to sleep on a bitter note. Biting back a retort and a sigh, you open your chamber door and wave him in. Aemond struts in casually. 

He acts like he owns the place with how he stands directly in the center. You dawdle by the doorway, allowing him to observe the space: he takes in the fireplace, the golden decor, and then your bed, draped in silks and the pillows similar to the fluff of clouds. It’s a beautiful room, you must admit. You take pride in it. 

“You are upset about the tribute, I presume,” Aemond says finally, turning to face you. That eye of his is the perfect shade of violet; purple like a flowering bruise, unclouded and intense and determined.

“I am not upset anymore,” you lie. “I do not care.”

“You do care.”

“No.”

It is quiet for a second. Not a word uttered.

Then Aemond pries you right open. “You do.”

“Fine. I do.”

“And why is that, Princess?” He almost taunts.

You want to snap at Aemond — ask him what he means and how can he take something like this so simply. It is not a joke. A civil war is brewing among his family, yet he does not take it seriously at all. He even seems to take joy in participating. The idea has you seething.

Here Aemond is, continuing to pretend that he is harmless, that his touch is gentle, that his palms won't burn handprints into your skin. You would almost believe it if you didn’t know any better. 

“With all due respect, My Prince, Jace and Luke are my dearest friends. They are kind and loyal to me, as well as their family.” 

Aemond hums, uninterested. "Perhaps you should get a dog. They possess the same traits.” 

An ancient anger gathers inside you. It’s almost like the world is laughing as it grasps your optimism by the throat, saying: this is how it is and how it will always be.

“You are playing quite the jester today, My Prince,” you tell him. I'd like to slap you across the face, is what you don't tell him.

Aemond lets out an amused huff at that. The light from the lamp in the corner of the room dances along his silhouette, illuminating every plane of his face. His hair is a white, jewel-drenched curtain — there’s the urge to run your hands through it. 

How can someone so gorgeous cause so much chaos? 

"I am exhausted," you finally sigh. You can feel how hardened your expression has become. “I am finished with miscommunications and arguments. I have tried to refrain from intense emotions and confrontations. The moment I entered King’s Landing, I told you that there was to be no trouble. You promised me. And what you did at dinner? That is what I stray from, yet you seem so content in dragging me back in.” 

Aemond’s mouth threatens to twitch into a scowl then. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, though annoyance peeks through the cracks in his façade. “You are acting as if jests are more harmful than stealing an eye.”

“I am not saying that. I am saying that if you are to be my husband, you should be shielding me from conflict. Not causing it.”

Aemond has nothing to say to that apparently. He just gazes at you piercingly, that one violet eye intently focused on you. You try to remain steadfast, although you do feel like shrinking under the chill of his stare. Somehow, you find the courage to continue. 

“If you truly respect me as your future wife — if you truly love me — then you would cease this petty game.” You steel yourself, begging yourself to be bold and ask the question. “Do you love me, Aemond?”

For a moment, you catch how Aemond’s face changes into one of surprise; he obviously was not expecting that question. It takes a couple of seconds before he fixes his jaw, training his expression into something more cool. Practiced. Poised. But then he looks at you; truly looks at you, stares you down from the inside out. “I should be asking you the same thing.” 

You freeze, almost shocked by the rebuttal. You can tell he is being serious: there is a sincerity with which he wants to know. 

Aemond may be wild and deranged like a dragon, thirsting for havoc, but he still aches for approval and acknowledgment. Always has. Perhaps that’s what he wants; he wants to hear that even though he is a mess, you can still love him.

“Tell me,” Aemond demands. Before you can say anything, he strides forward until he’s standing right in front of you. He leans into your space, breath fluttering along your cheeks and voice almost threatening. “Do you love me despite the parts I have lost? For only the horrors I shall always have? For my righteousness that drives you mad and for my lack in restraint that you so despise?”

The fire inside Aemond could set a kingdom ablaze; he knows it. Yet he still wants you to love him, to face the heat. Locate him among the ashes.

“I will accept every piece of you,” is all you can choke out.

Aemond seems to mull the words over. His face is terrifyingly neutral as he observes you carefully; he must not know impatience. 

“You still never answered my question,” You blurt. “Do you love me?”

Tell me you love me, is what you really want to say.

Aemond’s face remains blank for a second.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s almost offended at the inquiry. After all the years you have spent together, all the conversations and the secrets shared and the plights experienced — how could you utter such a thing? He was the one who spoke to his mother about proposing to you. Do you really think he did it for political gain? To secure a higher seat in the ranks of royalty? 

Aemond almost sneers at your ignorance. “How much longer must we be together before you acknowledge that I am not doing this for power?”

“That does not comfort me, Aemond.”

Silence. Dead silence.

The lack of an answer from Aemond makes you worry: worry that you struck a chord within him, that you have irritated him enough for him to leave, that you have made him regret accepting you as his wife. 

But something changes. Slowly — agonizingly slow — Aemond takes both of your hands into his, like a silent vow without words. A white flag of surrender. His profile relaxes into something slightly softer, more reserved. 

At the end of the day, he is to be your husband. If you need comfort, he will give you comfort, even if it means he has to be vulnerable.

Just for you. Only for you.

“When we were children, you once accused me of not knowing the meaning of love," Aemond starts. "But you were wrong."

You begin to breathe faster, grateful he can only discern the the direction of your emotions and nothing more. Hearing those words makes you feel something; it flutters inside your lower belly and is comparable to hope. 

“I, who am entirely destroyed and dreadfully incomplete, do not give a shit about anyone but you,” Aemond admits. His voice is low, deep, sincere. You almost cannot believe it. 

“Is that so?” You try to sound indifferent, but it’s not convincing. His face is so, so close: your noses are almost touching.

“I would not say it if it weren’t the truth,” Aemond hums. “I did not know how to deal with my affections before, nor did I accept them. You have tortured me into becoming someone I am not.”

Tortured?

“I don’t understand—“

“You are the sword I gut myself with; that, Princess, is love."

That’s it. That’s all you needed; that reassurance, that validation. Every single ache in your heart is extinguished in a single second, every wound healed, every internalized scar covered in gauze and bandages and the homeliness that accompanies love. 

More. You want him to say more. “…And you will continue to love me?”

“You are mine until death, my dear wife. I am your monster for the rest of time. I am your insanity. I am yours.”

“And me?” You whisper. You’re struggling to focus, trying to remember that you’re mad at him, but his lips are right in front of yours.

Your question nearly makes Aemond chuckle. He holds it back, a sharp exhale of air coming from his nose instead. “You are my refuge.”

“Your refuge?”

“My refuge,” Aemond repeats, his expression more resolute. “I can envision no other peace beyond the one that exists when our bodies are bound.”

“And you prefer me?” You want to be showered in his love, again and again. “Over anyone else?”

“I would choose you over all,” Aemond purrs. His tone, his accent — you could crumple to your knees. "In a world where there is so much to mourn and so little to take, I mourn nothing. I take what I wish. I will take you every time you are offered.”

Goosebumps threaten to rise from your body. Aemond’s hand comes down to rest on your waist, causing your breath to come out as a stutter. You’re not sure how you haven't disintegrated into nothingness. “I have loved you forever, Aemond.”

A warmth akin to sunshine rises in his face and he almost looks humored. You need him. And he needs you, though he may not outwardly admit it; needs you like you’re oxygen and he's trying to catch a breath.

Suddenly, Aemond’s hand grabs the back of your neck and he pulls you in for a kiss. Your fingers fly up to grip his shoulders when your lips touch, opening your jaw for him on instinct. You grab a fistful of his leather tunic and kiss him as hard as possible, allowing his hands to conquer your body. He tastes of peppermint, smells musky like dragon. 

Everything seems to be on fire. The pit of your stomach, your blood, his mouth. All you feel is the strength of his silhouette against your own and you want to remember this forever. With how Aemond holds you so firmly — almost like you might disappear any second — you can tell he feels the same. You have the power to kiss away his suffering, his years of self-hatred, his doubts, and the crushed dreams of an irrelevant future that he always imagined.

Aemond’s hands roam to your lower back, thumbs digging into the silky fabric of your nightgown. You draw him closer, brushing your thigh against his crotch to get a reaction out of him. He lets out a ‘hmm’ into your mouth.

There is nothing you desire more than to examine Aemond in full view with all lamplights on and his clothing off, to have him slowly remove this gown from your body and take his time with touching every inch. You want to run your fingertips across the ridged skin of his scar and trace it all the way down. You want to feel the weight of him flush against you, wrapped around you. You want him. 

Finally, you draw away, only to whisper. 

“You said you would take me whenever I am offered. Take me then, Aemond.”

A fire alights in Aemond’s eye — he’s considering it — but the flames quickly freeze over with that sense of duty. Self-control. “Not like this,” he murmurs. “But I vow to treat you to any obscenities when I bed you. I will leave such marks on your body that anyone you entertain afterwards will have to know me in order to know you.”

Aemond’s words have the ability to make you shiver. It only makes you more excited for your wedding day. Even then, you still want him in this moment. Need his presence.

“Stay with me tonight, at least,” you plead. “Just share the bed with me. Nothing else. I will bribe the guards tomorrow morning so we will not get caught.” 

Aemond considers you for a long while. Then, without a word, he smiles. It’s sly, yes, but oh-so beautiful.

“So you will stay?” You ask again. Aemond hums in agreement, cradling your cheek in a palm. It is a tenderness that you were not expecting, but one that you accept heartily. He nods his head before speaking.

“As long as you keep your hand in mine, I will be holding it.” 

Curiosity

Summary: Aemond may be an exceptional swordsman, he may study history and philosophy, he may ride the largest dragon in the world, but he still has much to learn.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Inexperienced Aemond. Oral sex (f receiving). Praise kink.

A/N: I received a request wanting to see more of an inexperienced Aemond. It was interesting for me to explore this concept as I tend to write him as very savvy when it comes to sex and intimacy and taking the lead. I hope you enjoy this!

Word count: 1.3k

“Tell me what to do.”

“Are you certain of this?”

“Hmm.”

You sighed. “Aemond.”

Prince Aemond sat across from you on his lavish bed, fully naked, and with a look on his face that could bring a valiant man to his knees.

The only sliver of modesty was a the bedsheet that he had placed across his waist.

It didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it did leave your heart beating faster in anticipation.

“Eyes up here,” he said, snapping his fingers.

You jolted and straightened you back, as you met his eye.

“I can tell you want to do,” you started, letting the silken robe around your shoulders to slide slowly along your arms. “Or I can show you.”

Aemond Targaryen swallowed hard, his uncovered eye landing on your exposed skin.

You allowed the fabric to drape around your arms teasingly, with unspoken promise of what else you had reserved for him.

“Just tell me.”

Aemond was as persistent as ever. The need to always be in control seeping through the cracks of his forced calmness.

Chuckling, you brought your fingers to graze over your nipples. “This is not a fight, my prince,” you shifted closer to him. “We are not sparring.”

His eye widened slightly as you brought your nipples to a a hardened peak.

“Think of it as a… dance,” you said with a smile, rolling one nipple in between your fingers as if inviting him to take your place.

Aemond’s lips parted as he gazed at you with undivided attention.

“Give me your hand,” you asked, extending yours.

Seeing that he didn’t return the gesture, you spoke again, “Or do you wish to give me your lips instead?”

The invitation caused him to regain his composure, looking away momentarily.

“My prince…” you said, yearning for his gaze on you once again. “Look at me.”

Aemond’s eye immediately snapped to your face, lips pressed into a firm line.

You could feel the burning desire coursing throughout your body, further ignited when his hand slipped under the bedsheets to cup his covered cock.

It was your turn to be amazed at how needy Aemond could be.

Aemond was needy as he was inexperienced. He was reluctant to give into the life of pleasure his elder brother had chosen, but some urges were hard to quench by yourself.

“Give me your hand,” you said, feeling your clit begin to swell. “Please.”

This time, Aemond leaned forward and reached out to offer his hand, while the other slid along his cock.

As soon as you brought his fingers to your breast, you let out a gasp, relishing in the warmth and firmness of his touch.

“Let me see it,” you whispered, eyes fixed on what you craved the most.

Aemond took a deep breath as he squeezed your breast lightly, before tossing the fabric to the side, revealing his hardened cock.

The urge to lick the leaking tip nearly overtook you, but this wasn’t about you indulging in your own desires.

Prince Aemond wanted to learn how to pleasure you and you would gladly guide him.

“What do you want, my prince,” you asked, mesmerised by the droplets of precum that rolled down his thick cock and coated the fingers wrapped around it.

He hesitated for a while, halting the strokes. “Let me taste you.”

You shifted even closer to him, giving him access to your breast while he caressed the other.

“No. I want to taste you.”

Oh.

He promptly slid from the bed and knelt on the carpeted floor.

The young prince who rode the largest dragon in the world, had knelt.

For you.

You tossed your legs over the edge so you could face him.

“Show me what to do,” he said, placing both hands on the fabric covering your thighs.

Parting the robe fully, you exposed all of you to his gaze.

Aemond was eager to learn.

To please.

Behind that impenetrable armour of duty and honour lay something more primal.

Your legs moved apart, presenting the ultimate invitation you could offer him.

Curiousity guided him to your core as his slender fingers tentatively touched your folds. “How are you so wet?”

His lack of knowledge was nearly endearing. He had never once witnessed the effect he had on your body when you’d share fleeting kisses across the Red Keep.

Prince Aemond, much like his mother, was thought to be too pious to succumb to the sins of the flesh unless duty was in order.

That was until the seeds of curiosity had began to grow and spread in his mind.

“Because…” you started, but failed miserably as he dragged one finger, his eye taking in how vocal youmd get whenever he brushed against yout clit.

“Tell me, my lady.”

“Get closer…” you said.

Your hands grasped at the sheets underneath you and a shiver ran down your spine once you felt his breath drawing near.

As much as you wished to let his figure out how to pleasure you on his own, you knew he craved more than words of guidance.

He craved your praise.

“This…” you said as you parted your folds to expose your throbbing clit to him. “Lick it… slowly.”

Aemond parted his lips and flattened his tongue against the swollen bud, causing your hips to jerk involuntarily.

In all honesty, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight of his handsome face flustered in between your legs, tongue ravaging you.

His inexperience was showing and you had to force a steady voice. “Slower… you can suck…”

Aemond took pride in being a fast learner, promptly wrapping his lips around you clit, slowly suckling on it.

“Slower…”

His dedication was in itself enough to have your walls clench around nothing, let alone his burning touch.

“There… good,” you cooed in delight, leaning back and placing your legs on his shoulders for better support. “Good boy…”

The moment those words left your lips, Aemond halted his ministrations, eye on you.

“Carry on, my prince…” you urged him impatiently. “You’re doing so well…”

Aemond released your clit, allowing you to see the wetness coating his chin and lips.

“Sylutī…” he said while licking his lips clean. “Delicious.”

You were having a hard time controlling your ragged breaths, the alluring promise of release taunting you from not afar.

Heaving a deep sigh, you pressed your thighs lightly on his shoulders, urging him forward. “Tongue out, my prince.”

He complied instantly, eye fixed on your face and waiting for your command.

You sat upright and brought one hand to back of his head, pushing him into you and gasping loudly as his tongue poked at your entrance before sliding all the way inside.

Aemond grunted deeply and you felt your walls clench around him, but what truly made you arch your back in riveting bliss was feeling his nose digging into your clit as he slurped your wetness.

“Aemond… Aemond…” you gasped, lacing your legs behind his head and further pressing him into you. “My prince…”

His long nose worked in unison with his tongue and the obscene wet sounds of him feasting in you had you throw your head back.

The sudden jab of pleasure hit your clit and it spread like wildfire across your entire body and you spilled moans and cries, bucking you hips into him

Aemond allowed you to ride his face as you rode out the intense wave of bliss that had crashed into you. Relentless as he was known to be, the young man chuckled as he felt you contracting rhythmically around his tongue.

Your arms gave up from under you and you slumped back into the shits, panting heavily as he dragged his tongue in between your folds.

“Did I do good?”

“Aemond…”

He planted wet kisses to your thigh. “Was I a good boy, my lady?”

𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; there’s not enough cute stuff with aegon, so here is a little something! thank you so much to the amazing person who requested this :”) it gets suggestive at times but there’s no explicit smut ♡

• As a lazy and irresponsible college student, Aegon would attend frat parties every night. It ruined his grades — his GPA was dangerously low — but he couldn’t bring himself to care. There was no way in hell he was going to wake up with a hangover and complete a bullshit homework assignment on Canvas. He was the type of guy to pre-game a big ass party.

• Instead of doing schoolwork, Aegon would rather spend the day rotting in bed, bundled in a college sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. So he did. And he sure as hell enjoyed it, almost as much as he enjoyed women.

• Before your relationship, Aegon was the biggest fuckboy. He never even thought of being committed to someone; he liked being able to sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted — no strings attached. He was with a different sorority girl every night. Hookups were elite in his eyes.

• And the thing about being wealthy? It was easy to find a girl to fuck. They were always interested in his money, his clothes, his possessions; he could be the biggest douche and still get laid.

• But you, the girl in the one class he forced himself to go to, were the only one who didn’t fall for it. And it annoyed the shit out of him.

• Aegon quickly became determined on winning your affections. The man always found (or made) reasons to be close to you; chatting with you out of the blue or just shoving his way into conversations. He was able to convince your friend to give him your Snap, and he started texting you from then on.

• And to his surprise? You were a decent person to talk to. Not like the other incompetent and annoying girls he’s spoken with (at least that’s how he’d describe them).

• Eventually, Aegon started to anticipate texting you every day. He told himself that it was because he wanted to fuck you, convinced himself that the feeling would go away once he got you in bed and ghosted you after. It was lust — there’s no way it’s anything more. He will never form emotional attachments.

• So, naturally, Aegon is really fucking surprised when he wakes up one morning and realizes he has a crush on you. And really, really surprised when you actually ask him out. Aegon tries to play it cool, to act indifferent. He just shrugs and pretends to think about it… when he actually has already made up his mind. He says yes, of course.

• Once you two start dating, Aegon finds himself a bit confused on how to be a good “boyfriend.” He’s never been in a relationship before and it’s strange. You give him a kindness he isn’t used to receiving, which is successful in throwing him off-kilter.

• Soon after, Aegon tries to stop referring to all women as “whores.” You’re the exception, apparently. Sometimes he slips up, but corrects himself when you give him an intimidating stare. Much like the rest of him, it’s a work in progress.

• He stops going to parties as often. But when he does go, he has you by his side at all times. His hand is either around your waist or his arm is looped around your shoulders, keeping you close.

• Aegon is possessive as hell. God forbid any other man looks at you. This man glares at pretty much any male that is facing your direction. Honestly, he never knew he could be the jealous type. He always prided himself in not giving a fuck. But when it comes to you? He gives too many.

• Soon, you help him sober up. He actually softens a bit more as a result (just don’t tell his younger brother).

• Speaking of, Aegon brags about you to Aemond a lot — though he limits this to the sexual aspects of your relationship because he’s that petty.

• When you meet his family for the first time though, Aegon keeps you away from Aemond at any time possible. He doesn’t want his brother’s eye on you at all.

• He even gets a bit jealous when you hang out with Helaena. It quickly makes him realize that he likes your attention on him and only him.

• It turns out that Aegon is big on physical affection, though he would never admit it. When you come over to his place, he is automatically pulling you onto the mattress with him to snuggle. He’ll spend a lot of time running a hand up and down your thigh, whispering to you about how pretty you smell, or how much he missed you all day. It’s one of the times he really lets his guard down. This man can actually be pretty romantic when he wants.

• Aegon mostly enjoys having you curled up into his side, your head on his chest, and listening to you laugh at the dumbest tiktoks. He always asks why you watch the weirdest “shit,” but sometimes he has to hide a smile behind a hand.

• Whenever Aegon plays video games, he likes it when you straddle him in his chair and just sit there, your nose tucked into his neck. It makes him feel like you want his presence, and don’t just put up with it. It only lasts for a minute or so though because he gets too horny. Expect to be pinned on the bed after that

• When you ask him to start studying for classes, Aegon frowns and tells you about how dumb it is. But then you stare at him with those pretty eyes of yours, and he is somehow convinced to open up a textbook and at least pretend to read.

• With your support, Aegon tries to catch up on his missing assignments. He says it’s because his mom is making him, but really, he’s scared he’s going to get kicked out of the university and not see you. He starts going to classes again (kinda).

• You want something? Aegon is going to do his absolute best to make that happen for you, even if he ruins other people’s lives in the process. The dedication is top tier. He’s going to spoil your ass until the end of time.

• He rants to you about his day, every day. There’s always something that pisses him off and it’s super funny.

• You’re the only person who can calm him down whenever he’s upset or overwhelmed. His mother considers it a talent.

• Surprisingly, Aegon starts remembering your favorite snacks. If he’s out somewhere, he’s going to grab something for you in the check-out line.

• When it comes to take-out food (Aegon’s absolute favorite thing on planet earth), he’s giving you a text asking what you want. Even if you say you don’t want anything, expect him to walk into your apartment and toss a Mcdonald’s bag at your head, grunting out a stern “eat.” It’s all love, of course.

• Aegon learns how to have restraint when he’s with you. You call him out when he’s acting too brash or being too inappropriate with his words. You teach him many, many things. Despite how much he tells you to stop “nagging him,” he becomes appreciative of it.

• Besides physical affection, his love language in terms of receiving is words of affirmation. He craves verbal reassurance: tell him sweet things, how lovely he is, how amazing he's doing in school, how much you love him. The amount a little reassurance can do to this man’s confidence…

• Aegon begins to trust you with lots of things. He becomes more open: he confides in you often. He even lets you in on the fact that his mother forced him to go to college, that he never wanted to be here. When you comforted him afterwards — and didn’t side with his mom — he was officially wrapped around your finger.

• Aegon kisses you a ton. He swears your lips are always beckoning him in some way.

• His signature way of kissing you is having a hand on the back of your neck and drawing you in, licking his way into your mouth. Aegon compliments you between the kisses he places on your neck, whispering about how beautiful you are, how you drive him insane.

• A very messy kisser by the way. Gentleness is not his forté!

• PDA doesn’t frighten Aegon; he loves showing you off. Sometimes he’ll try to start a make-out session with you in random places.

• This man has no shame — except when it comes to holding hands. It embarrasses him for some reason. Perhaps it’s because it’s too soft for his liking, too intimate, and it makes him feel less of that ‘i don’t give a fuck’ type of guy. He eventually comes to love it though. It gets to the point where his hand is always seeking out yours.

• Aegon even got offended once when you jokingly said no to holding hands. He refused to continue walking through the store until you intertwined your fingers together. The second you finally do so, he’s scowling and huffing under a breath, “you are the bane of my fucking existence.” There’s no real malice to it though ♡

• When you are laying in bed or on the sofa together, Aegon gives you one of his AirPods so you can listen to the same music.

• Another fact: Aegon carries something of yours on him at all times. Usually he’ll have your chapstick in his sweatshirt pocket.

• His favorite thing? When he lays his head on your lap and you play with the soft waves of his hair. It’s so relaxing — sometimes he’ll fall asleep like that and drool on your leg (expect him to get snarky and deny that he did it once he wakes up).

• Aegon is really bad at answering other people’s texts except yours. When he gets a notif from his mother or grandfather, he immediately swipes it away. But the second your contact name pops up? He’s clicking the notification in 1.2 seconds to respond. It doesn’t feel like a chore to talk to you.

• He’s a hypocrite too. He’ll say birthdays are stupid, yet he has yours marked on his phone calendar. Don’t tell him you noticed though or else he’ll delete it out of embarrassment.

• Aegon will hold you hostage in bed in the mornings. He’s not a morning person at all — something he somehow makes your problem. He wraps you up in his arms as you try to slink out from the sheets and buries his face into your hair. When you tell him you have an early class and you’ll be late, he just grumbles and tightens his hold on you. His morning voice is so pretty, all deep and gruff as he mumbles a slurred, “five more minutes.”

• Sometimes he’ll take your hand and softly kiss your knuckles in the morning, half-asleep with his hair a mess :”)

• At some point in the relationship, Aegon will go out to buy you pads or tampons. It’s the worst fucking thing to him, but you manage to convince him every time. He puts his hoodie up and his sunglasses on in a poor attempt at a disguise, standing in the feminine hygiene aisle for five minutes. There’s so many different sizes of pads and tampons that he gets super confused. He literally wants to die as he pulls out his phone to text, “what size cunt are u”

• He likes showering with you. He claims he does it to ‘save water,’ but you know he doesn’t give a shit about the planet or being eco-friendly. He just likes the feeling of your nails scrubbing shampoo into his scalp and wants to have lots of shower sex.

• Aegon may be in a relationship now and drink less, but his libido remains as high as ever. He seeks you out quite often, and will fuck you whenever there’s a chance. Every night usually ends with you both hooking up.

• Aegon never gave a shit about pleasuring the girls he used to fuck — he was very selfish — but he quickly becomes focused on your pleasure as well. The girls who he slept with in his youth taught him well, allowed him to learn how to navigate a woman's body; he’s extremely experienced in this realm.

• He’s the biggest tease on planet earth. Aegon will whisper in your ear about all the nasty shit he wants to do to you with the goal of getting you flustered. The smug grin on his face when he sees your pitiful reactions is the hottest thing.

• Sex with him is just *chefs kiss* (even the quickies)!!

• Aegon feels like he’s going to have a heart attack the first time you say you love him; it’s something that he has always needed to hear. Something that he has rarely ever heard, if at all. He almost wants to fucking cry. In that moment, Aegon knows you’ll be the death of him. He’s not good with words — so all he can do is pull you into a searing kiss and show you.

• Overall, Aegon is a loving boyfriend. Sometimes he can be very snarky and sarcastic, causing trouble here and there by rebelling against his family, but he tries to do his best :’)

Aegon and Aemond sharing their little sister who’s married to Aemond. And maybe Aegon married off for an alliance, and when Alicent asks why Aegon has produced no children of his own, he just looks over at Aemond’s kids like “oh I have” lol. And no one can question the legitimacy bc the kids all look similar enough, their fathers are brothers.

Y/n's eye rolled into the back of her head, her body slumped between the two men, mouth open as Aemond fucked her mouth whilst Aegon smacked her behind as he pounded relentlessly into her. Aemond's hand gripped Y/n cheeks as he pushed harder down her throat, their younger sister gagging slightly as tears rushed down her face, strangled moans coming from her as she came for what seemed the hundredth time since they had entered her bed chambers. She felt raw as Aegon came in her again, his and Aemond's cum mixing inside her as he lazily thrust his semi hard cock into her, their cum oozing out from her greedy cunt. Aemond pulled out her mouth, jerked his hand on his cock before nodding at Aegon to move, pushing himself inside her gushing pussy, her body falling limp against the bed as Aegon chuckled at her wrecked state. Aemond following suit quickly, her pussy clenching tightly around him as she cried and begged him for anything and everything she could think of, feeling herself more full than ever. Aemond pulling out and forcing her onto her back, pillows underneath her to keep their cum in her, wanting another child to add to their hoard as they continuously bred her. Drool on her cheeks as she tried to stay awake, her hands out to pull her brothers to her, the two men sitting beside her as they praised her for taking them both so well.

Aegon left Y/n and Aemond's chambers, returning to his own with his wife asleep, groaning at the sight of her in his warm bed, instead choosing to sleep on the sofa bed near the fire. The next morning Alicent once again approached her son, sighing as he sat upon the throne, his eyes on his sister as Aemond kissed her lovingly as the court spoke aimlessly. "Aegon, you have been married now for almost 3 years, you have no heirs. You are king, if you do have any heirs the throne will pass to Aemond's children." Aegon rolled his eyes, sick of this conversation with his mother as he gave the same answer he always gave.

"Either way my children will be on the throne then." Alicent held her head as she turned and left, she was not blind, neither was the court but no one could question Y/n's children, nor who fathered them. They looked so alike, none of them differentiating but with two brothers impregnating her constantly, neither truly knowing whose cum had been the lucky one to cause the baby to grow, instead agreeing the children were all of theirs.

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Okay, okay, so he's a bit drunk, but has that ever bothered you before? Stumbling into your chambers late at night, the heat from the alcohol reddened his pale cheeks and kept him from standing upright. A long night of hopping from tavern to tavern, groping serving women, gambling all his coin away, and watching two men brawl in the street, Aegon craved the comfort of his bed. His brain felt slightly fuzzy from the ale he'd piled himself with, and he leaned against the first piece of furniture he reached. He shut his eyes for a moment, shaking his head, but this only made him dizzier.

"Rough night, my love?"

Aegon looked further into the chamber, where he saw the bath tub placed near the crackling fire. Your nakedness was the first thing he noticed. His eyes glued themselves to the tops of your breasts where the water surface began. Aegon fumbled with the clasp of his cloak, laughing softly at the sight of you. In his drunken haze, he'd forgotten the slight bump in the middle of the water. Your baby. His baby. The child you'd created together eight months ago swelled his wife's belly slowly but surely. The maester told him rigorous activity is to be avoided considering the princess's delicate condition, but Aegon could keep it gentle. Something about seeing you pregnant brought out a glow in you. It aroused him to see you full with his child; carrying the newest Targaryen born to his legacy. Another little dragonrider, like his brothers and sisters.

Four children later, and he still finds you to be the most desirable woman in all Seven Kingdoms. He might pinch a bottom or stare at naked breasts when in his eyeline, but no woman in the world compared to how you made him feel. Finally managing to discard his cloak, he tore off his stained shirt as he walked over to you. Messy, greasy waves of silver fell in his face, but he kept you in his sights.

"Nearly lost everything I had on me because a man got his second wind half way towards the end of a fight," he said, working on the strings of his breeches, but his fingers clumsily knotted them by accident. The heat of arousal started working its way through his lower half. "Then, I watched these two whores get into a fight over this old, fat lord who'd come walking in with pockets full of gold."

"So, it was exciting at least?"

"It was." He grunted to himself as he managed to undo the knot, "I wish you'd come. You haven't gone outside the keep in a long time." He snorted when he finally undid the lacings and tugged down the breeches. He saw your eyes twinkle at the sight of his flaccid dick. "I miss us going out together."

"You know I don't like leaving the keep when I'm pregnant," you said, your fingers trailing through the soapy water. "Besides, we have children now, Aegon. We can't run off into the city, frolicking around like two unhinged, shameless scoundrels anymore."

"I'd hardly call you a 'scoundrel'," he nearly fell down taking off his boots, but he kept himself firmly on the ground. Aegon specifically asked for a large tub when you finally married. He knelt beside the tub, using the edge to keep himself steady, "You were a goddess." He pushed hair from your face and stared at you fondly. "I remember the time we both went to The Blue Pearl, and we had sex with those Dornish twins?"

"Aegon," you giggled and patted his cheek, "How much have you had to drink?"

"Not enough that I can't get it up for you," he smirked, cupping your chin to kiss you. "I remember," he looked at you with lust in his eyes, "You laying right next to me as one girl kissed your lips and the other kissed your pretty cunt..." He briefly kissed you again. You never minded the wine or beer or ale on his lips. He put his hand in the lukewarm water, trying to find your thighs before asking, "Why is the water so tepid?"

"It's as hot as the maesters will allow."

"Dragons need heat," he said, running his hand on your belly. "Looks like you need me to keep warm."

"I'm pregnant, Aegon," you said between his kisses, "We're meant to take things gently."

"I'll give it to you gently, my love," he replied, pecking your lips. "Let me help you out. Our bed is warmer."

He lifted you to your feet, and removed the linen dress you'd worn into the tub. Your wet, naked body glistened in the fire light nearby. His eyes drank up the heavy curves of your body as it adapted to the new life growing inside you. Aegon brought you into his arms, slowly kissing you while he brought you towards the bed nearby. His body sobered up immediately at the possibility of bedding you. You rested back on the pillows, and he rested himself between your legs. He stayed bent over you, your belly keeping him at a distance, and kissed you deeply. He hardened when his hand found your breast, growing cold and hard from the recent change from warm to cold. He continued going down your neck to one nipple, and gave a soft peck.

"We did have some fun times, didn't we?" you sighed, running your hands in his hair while he started suckling your breast. "The horseback races are still my favorite."

"Especially when we're on the same horse," he said, "And my cock just happens to slide right inside you." He rolled his tongue over your hardened nipple, flicking it right over the center. "I don't think you ever came as hard or as quickly before."

"I couldn't help it," you giggled, grinding yourself into him so he whimpered on your skin. "Being in front of all those people, the horse galloping and bucking fast down the street, and having your hard cock buried in me...It felt even better when we stopped and you finished in me."

Aegon felt your sex brush lightly against his cock, and he couldn't help grinding back into you. Your lips found his again as you shifted around to grab him. It'd been too long. His body let him know that with how quickly the blood in his pumped through his member. He tried not fucking you during pregnancies, because they can be so delicate, but he can't help it tonight. Your breasts in his hands, your hand gliding over his shaft and your lips locked with his own, the fire inside him burned hot. Too hot. His tongue brushed up against yours as you opened your mouth for him; your soft moans went into his, and he replied with his own.

"The children?" he asked quickly, pecking at your chest again.

"All asleep," you told him. "Mya and I put them down hours ago."

This information encouraged him to go farther. Nothing ruined a moment more than being hilt-deep in your wife and one of your children barges in, crying about a nightmare. Aegon kissed down your body, stopping at the middle for extra kisses, before reaching the middle of your thighs. He ran his hands up and down them as he peppered kisses on your inner thighs. Your pussy, his favorite thing in the entire world, sat right in front of him. Aegon knew from the first time you made love that he'd never find another one like yours. He thought back to those Dornish twins, who lapped and sucked your clit while he slid his dick into your mouth. You two had many fun excursions into sexual deviance together, but nothing compared to a nice one-on-one with the light of his life. Finally, he ran his tongue over the very center when he felt you shudder in his hands. Your belly kept him from seeing your expressions, but this didn't matter. It was your sounds that aroused him. Aegon gyrated against his mattress while he traced his tongue lightly over each fold, before taking it in his mouth to suck on lightly. Every brush on the soft sheets made him groan into you, vibrating around your throbbing clit each time. Soon, he tasted your slick, juices on his tongue and went faster.

He then heard you giggle and looked up, "What? Are you not feeling anything?"

"No, no, keep going," you insisted, pushing his head down. "I was remembering the first time Mother caught you doing this to me..."

"Oh," he chuckled, getting back to business, "So do I. She was horrified. You'd think she'd never seen it before."

"To be fair," you sighed, eyes closed and head into the pillows, "I was sitting on the window ledge naked where anybody could see or hear me."

"That's what made it fun though," he smiled, kissing your soaked sex again. "I recall the sweet little noises you made while I did it," he hummed on you, "And how hard you came right when she walked in." He slipped a finger inside you without warning, which made you jerk for a moment before adjusting to his finger, "I also remember my jaw hurting after that."

"Well, if you'd been honest and told me that you had no idea what you were doing," you said, "We wouldn't have had that problem."

"I definitely know what I'm doing now, though, don't I?" He added a second finger and began pumping them into you while his thumb rubbed your clit. "Don't I, Wife? Don't I?"

"Yes, yes, you do!"

So much so it resulted in multiple pregnancies. Aegon continued humping the bed while fingering you. He listened to your whimpers and cries whenever he stopped, taking a break with his hand and using his mouth on you instead. He thought back to the first time he tasted you. He'd seen two women doing it in a brothel, and wanted to do it to you. It'd been your idea to do it on the window. He'd spent ages figuring out which spots made you squeal; what spots had you whimpering and begging him to stay there and keep going. When you finally climaxed, he didn't even notice his mother there. Aegon had been too caught up in his own satisfaction to care; right then, he knew he'd never want another one. He'd only crave yours.

The moment he couldn't take his own teasing anymore, he knelt in front of you and aligned himself with your body. He looked down to see you panting, licking your lips and pleading with him. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight before. In a swift movement, Aegon slid himself into your hole all the way to the base. Pinned deep inside you, he remained there a few seconds to enjoy your pussy throbbing. Your walls hugged his length, as if pulling him further in, and he could feel your clit wetting the pubic patch above. He loved every second of it. Aegon swore he could cum simply staying inside you long enough. But, judging by your winding hips, he knew what you wanted...what you needed. The last time had been so quick and so long ago, he wanted to take his time. He kept a gradual, gentle speed while he rubbed your clit with his hands: both his thumbs kept rubbing over it one after the other, massaging and keeping it hard while he rocked back and forth. As much as he enjoyed watching you squirm, he really wished to pound you into the bed.

"Do you still enjoy it?" you asked, pulling him down to you for a kiss.

"Enjoy what?" he asked in your kiss, "What? This?"

"Yes..."

"Of course, I do," he hooked his arms under your shoulders, bringing you even closer, and began bottoming up into you. "I love nothing more, in all fairness." He kissed along your jaw to your ear, "Why? Did you suddenly stop liking this?"

"I've had four children, Aegon."

"So?"

"Mother says it loosens up over time," your head tilted back as he started picking up his pace, "I worry...I worry one day I might not be tight enough-"

"-Trust me," he laughed, eyes closing as your pussy clenched him, "You are plenty tight for me, my love. Always have been. You'll get no complaints from me."

Staying pressed against you, looking at your face and kissing you, both of you came together. Your fingers intertwined with his at your sides, and your legs went around his waist to bring him even closer. The only time Aegon ever felt close to anyone; the only time his heart and mind became one with another person was when he was with you. All thoughts of his drunken night in King's Landing faded away at the arrival of your trembling, shaking, hard orgasm. You chanting his name as he kept the right rhythm was better than any tune a bard can sing. Aegon withdrew in time to avoid finishing within you, letting it spill onto your thigh inside while he buried his face into the pillow to muffle his groans.

The post-orgasm glow came in the form of soft kisses and cuddling naked on the bed. He'd clean you up later, of course, but right then he wanted to hold you. You two did not have moments like this very often; there's usually a child nearby or about to come around the corner for something. So, for the moment, Aegon soaked up whatever bit of you he can before morning.

"When I have the baby," you said, watching him fight off sleep to look at you, "We should go into town together like we used to. I'll put on my peasant girl clothes, and we can run amok as we did when we were younger." You smiled, "Maybe go on another horse ride together?"

"Or visit The Blue Pearl," he added, eyes half-open. "Those twins probably aren't there, but gods they had good wine and pretty girls."

"And boys."

"And boys."

You pecked his lips one final time as the pair of you drifted off to sleep. He'll regret the drinking in the morning, when he's surrounded by his children at breakfast, but he wouldn't regret fucking you. He never did. ****

A/N: yaaay more Aegon content! I really like writing dad!Aegon, so I'll probably do more of him.