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withheld desire | aemond targaryen

Ships: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aemond x Jeyne (mentioned) Warnings: smut, degredation, praise, underwear ripping, dominant aemond sub reader, friends to sex havers. A/N: First time uploading for a while, and first time uploading for HOTD, enjoy 18+ past the cut

You and Aemond were an anomaly, not that it mattered to anyone but the two of you.

Aegon was throwing a party, much to no one’s surprise. He alwaysthrows a party when Alicent goes out of town.  That left You and Aemond on the couch, taking shots together to forget your problems.

“Just look at Jeyne, fucking macking on the first man who looks her way.” Aemond grunts and you put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, the alcohol settling warmly in your stomach.

“C’mon, let’s make her jealous.” You suggest, standing up and extending your hand to your best friend, who takes it thankfully.

Aemond smashes his lips onto yours, in an attempt to make Jeyne jealous, but finds himself enjoying the feeling of you desperately rutting your hips against his. He presses you against the closest wall, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, your hand going to grasp his hair, emitting a moan into his mouth.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Aemond breathes out between kisses, and you nod, and eagerly lead him up to his room, locking the door behind you.

Aemond quickly gets back to work, roughly sitting you on his desk as his hands move in featherlike motions over your clothed pussy, and he groans. “So wet for me, and I haven’t done anything.” He chuckles, mocking you, and your hips jut against his fingers repetitively.

“Fuck me, please.” You moan, lips moving to his neck, where you leave a small hickey, and he sighs pleasurably,

“No, not yet. Gotta take care of my girl, hm?” He says, taking a seat in his desk chair and lowering it so he’s between your legs.  His hands easily snap the elastic of your underwear, leaving you bare to him. “Mmh!” You moan as the cold air meets your cunt, and you almost scream as Aemond presses his tongue to your most intimate part.

“Quiet, pet, or I’ll stop.” He threatens, head back in between your legs as he laps at your heat, putting a finger into your aching hole. “F-Fuck. Aem..” You whisper, hands knotting in his hair, and he slips a second finger in at your approval.

Aemonds fingers curl harshly against your g spot, his tongue still attacking your clit, and you feel your stomach heat up. “I’m close, please don’t stop.” You whimper, and he chuckles, sending vibrations throughout you, leaving you squirming.

Aemond speeds up the movements of his tongue and fingers, and you quickly come to your release with a muffled moan as Aemonds free hand goes to cover your mouth, you’re left twitching. “O-Oh fuck.” You whisper as he pulls away, standing up from his seat. “I’m not done with you.” Aemond whispers in your ear, and he makes work of undoing his pants quickly, jerking himself a few times before putting his tip into you. “Can I continue, pet?” He asks, and you nod eagerly.

Aemond pushes in slowly, and you feel yourself being stretched to the maximum. The pain burns for a few seconds, and he watches your face with care, making sure you’re okay. “Move, please.” Your whimpers come out, and usually, he would tease you. But tonight, he just wanted to fuck you.

Aemonds thrusts are rough, making ecstasy rise in your stomach each time his cock brushes your g spot.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me. You take me so well.” He moans into your ear, and you whine. Aemonds hand went skilfully to your throat, and you tipped your neck back to give him more room. The lack of oxygen left you more aroused than ever as he fucked you dumb.

“Don’t fucking stop,” You wheeze out, and he goes even rougher, “My pretty girl,” Aemond groans, and you tighten around him. “You like being praised hm?” He asks, and you manage a meek ‘Yes.’

“Such a good girl, all for me, your pussy feels so good around me, fucking cockslut.” He says, his pace becoming more erratic as you both near your peaks.

“I’m gonna cum, Aemond.” You whine, rutting against his movements, “Me too, cum for me, whore.” He demands, hand tightening around your throat as he empties himself into your cunt, and you squeeze him like a vice as you orgasm, seeing white-hot pleasure and stars and all good things in the world as you go limp.

“You were so good for me,” Aemond mutters, stroking your cheek with his fingers, he pulls up his pants, picking you up in his arms and tucking you into his bed. He gets a cloth from the closet, runs warm water over it and cleans you.

“You fucked me so hard I can barely speak.” You joke, voice weak. “I’m glad it was good for you,” Aemond smiles, and he gives you one of his band shirts to sleep in, to which you put on over your other shirt. He wordlessly crawls into bed with you, and you both daze off to sleep, wondering how this will affect your friendship once you wake.

Can you write Aegon (or Aemond, I can't decide) x reader and one bed trope? 😊😊

One Bed? | Aegon & Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Only one bed, whatever will the three of you do?

Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, Aegon is a perv, Aemonds a subtle perv

A/N: I’m back, random little burst of inspiration came over me

You had no clue how you ended up here. Venturing through the streets with your two best friends, Aegon and Aemond. It was night, yet you hadnt found what you were looking for.

Checking into a Tavern for the night, you found yourself at the door of the only available room. Yet the owner neglected to mention the lack of beds, except for one double bed.

Aegon smirked, "Looks like you've got to sleep with me, sweetheart." He grins, and you make a fake gag.

"Aemonds here too, y'know." You reply snarkily, and Aegon grins further.

"He can sleep on the floor.” Aegon chuckles, and Aemond looks at him,

“If anyone’s sleeping on the floor it’s you.” Aemond snaps in return, causing Aegon to sneer at him.

“We can all fit, I can squish.” Aleria says, discarding herself of her shoes, and dress, to which she swapped into a night dress behind a curtain for changing.

Aegon and Aemond gape at the slight shadow of your nude body, and Aegon let’s put a quiet whistle, Aemond hitting him with his elbow.

The two follow suit, getting into their nightclothes, Aemond offering you his coat to sleep in due to the cold weather.

You gladly accepted it, and the three of you managed to just fit in the bed.

The two boys were squished up against you, not that you could deny the way that made you feel.

Throughout the night, it got harder to ignore the lingering touches on your body when you’d shift positions, Aemonds hand on your inner thigh and Aegons arm under your neck.

Aegon let his hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered, much to the two brothers amusement. You were in Aemonds coat, there was no way you were cold.

Aemonds slender hand traced shapes on your inner thigh, and Aegon began pressing kisses to your neck.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your heart was racing, and finally, Aegon broke the silence.

“Touch her, brother.” Aegons voice comes out, “She wants it, don’t you, little one?” Aegons voice was low, deep with lust and desire.

“I.. I do.” You whispered, and Aemond wasted no time in sitting up, forcefully parting your legs to which you moan.

Aegon chuckles, standing from the bed to give them more space, Aemond then lifted the night gown, and you wriggled out of your underwear to help him.

“Do you think our sweet girl can take a finger?” Aemond asks Aegon, and Aegon shrugs.

“Let’s find out.” Aegon suggests, and you nod. Aemonds finger goes expertly to rub at your clit, and your hips jolt up into his finger.

“So pathetic,” Aemond tsks, and you whine, he attacks his nub with his tongue, and your hands go to his silver hair, gripping it with force.

Aegon hums in pleasure, and you notice he’s stroking himself. You let out a deep breath at the sight, and he moves closer, stroking your hair to prepare you as Aemond sticks a finger in.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, and Aegon shushes you.

“My love, as much as I’d love to hear you scream, we can do that later.” Aegon speaks gently, and you nod. Aegon kisses you to muffle your noises.

Your thighs wrap around Aemonds neck as his finger rubs the rough patch in your cunt, your spot. He has you mewling into Aegons mouth, a submissive mess.

Aemond pulls away and so does Aegon, you cry out in disappointment.

Aemond pulls out his cock, it’s fully hard, and it’s long, dripping with precum, his tip is a light purple from arousal, veins look to be pulsing.

“This is gonna hurt,” Aemond speaks, and you nod.

“I can handle it.” You speak confidently.

“Good girl” Aemonds tantalising voice came as he slowly inched into you. The feeling was painful, it was a burning sensation as you were stretched, and you grit your teeth as he rested.

“Taking him so good,” Aegon speaks, still stroking his thick cock, angled over your chest.

The pain subsides after a few moments, and you’re consumed by your desire.

“Move, please Aem.” You beg, and he does that, erratically thrusting into you at an upward angle, his cock grazing your spot in a mind numbing sensation.

Your moans are muffled by your hand, and Aegon places your other around his cock, and you learn from him, gripping it as he wished and stroking, learning from what he was doing earlier, and his reactions.

Your pussy was throbbing, and cheeks flushed, Aemond angled your legs over his shoulders, and the assault on your pussy made you insatiable, bucking against him.

“ ‘M close!” You squeak, and Aemonds quick to speed up.

“You’re so tight around me,” He grunts, and you let out a long, erotic moan as your release comes closer.

All it takes is one extra hard thrust from Aemond for your eyes to be rolling back, walls clenching around him and a deep moan coming from your chest.

Aegon moaned along with you, the sight of you cumming was too much, and his seed was spilled all over your chest,

Aemond, however, emptied his seed inside you, placing your legs down and letting out a loud groan as he leaned over your body, a few weak thrusts as he pulled out.

“How was that, little one?” Aemond asks as he strokes your hair, and you smile.

“Too good,” You shakily say, your legs twitching from your orgasm.

Aegon, being the degenerate he is, uses your nightgown to clean the cum from your chest and you gasp,

“Aeg! I was going to sleep in that.” You pout, and Aemond looks at him, humour and confusion in his eyes.

“You can sleep naked, you can’t be shy now.” Aegon speaks with humour and you groan.

The two boys crawled into bed, both sticking to your side. They pulled the blanket over all of you and Aegon fell asleep with his head in the crook of your neck, and Aemond fell asleep with his arm around your stomach, holding you close.

MASTERLIST

hey, i’m sav. i write for the asoiaf universe.

be wary, most of these are smut! i write for...

aemond

aegon

daemon

helaena

rhaenyra

alicent

Aemond Targaryen

One bed?

there is only one bed, and three of them.

Withheld Desire

aemond x best friend reader bang at a party

I’ve got my eye on you

Aegon drags reader to a party and she catches Aemonds eye.

That girl

aemond and aegon meet their childhood friend for the first time in a while, and she’s grown.

Knight in shining armour

aemond catches reader when she falls.

Wicked Game

aemond has an infatuation with aegons wife, and she returns his affections.

Forget Honor | 2 |

aegon and aemond both forget their honour when it comes to their girl.

Sweet Thing | 2 |

aemond delves into his deepest desire, to be needed, thus, he find a sugar baby.

Compensation

Your husbands brother takes over.

Aegon Targaryen

Fantasies

jace doesn’t meet readers needs, but Aegon does.

Caught

reader knew aegon was risky, but not this risky.

One bed

there is only one bed, and three of them.

That girl

aemond and aegon meet their childhood friend for the first time in a while, and she’s grown.

Best Friends Brother

in which aegon teaches innocent Helaenas best friend how to kiss.

Forget Honor | 2 |

aegon and aemond both forget their honour when it comes to their girl.

Daemon Targaryen

You in my helm

daemon sure does love seeing the reader in his helm.

wicked game | aemond targaryen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sweet thing | aemond targaryen

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: sex club au, vulgar language, no slur yet;)

A/N: should be a series. i need requests guys, ask box got randomly cleared :)

When you first started working at the exclusive sex club, the Red Keep, you did it because you needed the money. But over time, you found yourself enjoying the job. Pretty outfits and drinks paid for, you were pretty much a sugar baby.

It was extremely hard to get into, only people of status were allowed in. You had seen many a famous people, important political figures, and most if not all of them have thrown bills at your feet.

You found it empowering. You were a dancer there, only limited touches allowed when it came to you. Nothing too explicit, being as you weren’t one of your more physically involved co workers.

Your division was to put on a show, draw the men in. And that you did,

The neon lights shined over your figure, illuminating you in a purpley pink colour. You found that cliche, and a bit annoying when it came to dancing.

Dressed in a black babydoll tonight, you worked the pole elegantly, as if it was an extension of you. Your eyes fluttered to the crowd, seeing a few of your regulars. You smiled at them, most of them were kind men.

Your eyes met a familiar person to you, someone you’d seen on the news, and in cheesy tabloid articles.

Aemond Fucking Targaryen.

He certainly held an aura of importance, that almost made you stutter on one of your moves. You regained composure, and continued focusing on your dance. Luckily enough, the song was coming to an end.

Your body seductively became one with the pole, intertwining with it smoothly. The song came to an end and you let go of the pole, doing an exaggerated bow to the crowd, showing your cleavage. It was your little signature, something you did at the end of every dance.

A bouncer walked you off the stage, and you decided to mingle. You felt eyes on you, and you shook off the feeling. You’re a stripper, people are going to look at you.

A regular paid for a lap dance from you, to which you happily abided.

“Hey Jason, how’s it going love?” You spoke fondly, and he rambled about his day to which you’d add in a little comment here and there as you straddled him and swung your hips.

Jason was a tad bit obnoxious, always loved to talk about himself. You didn’t mind that, he could be a lot worse.

You moved seductively, making sure your boobs were bouncing and ass looked perfect. You made sure he was getting a good view of you as you danced, and then you felt it again.

The eyes on you. You looked around, trying to find the source of them. But your attention was torn away as Jason’s hands landed on your hips and began gliding up your sides. You move them back down to your hips, but he doesn’t give up, attempting to move them back to your top half.

“Jason, you know you’re not allowed to touch.” You say sternly, and he shakes his head. “With what I pay for you, I can do what I want.” He says, and your mouth drops. He had never treated you like that, nor had he spoke of you like some object.

His hands harshly grabbed at your breasts and you winced, pushing away from him and getting a distance away.

“Jason, do you think your wife would be appreciative to learn that you’re here, manhandling a woman?” A deep voice spoke from beside you, and you jumped.

You turned your head as fast as light, and saw him. Aemond Targaryen, standing next to you, threatening the man who groped you. Jason gulped, obviously drunken.

“Aemond, we were just having a little bit of fun.” Jason’s shaky voice came out, and you looked over the club and did a come hither motion to a bouncer, who immediately comes to your side, escorting Jason out, no questions asked.

Aemond turns to you, eyes flittering over your figure, and settling at your eyes.

“Jason frequently has issues such as that in establishments like these.” His voice comes out painfully neutral, and you think about how his phrasing meant he also frequents places like these.

“Well then, nice to meet you.” You stutter, putting your hand out for him to grab. His hand is large in comparison to yours as it wraps around it.

“It’s nice to meet you aswell.” Aemond begins, taking a breath and letting go of your hand. You look up at him with curious eyes that affect him more than he is willing to admit.

“What services do you offer?” He asks, and you smile. “I offer lap dances, private dances, in a room where you can be more physical with me.” You speak softly, and lean to whisper.

“I also am a sugar baby, though that is not connected to this establishment.” Your voice comes out a shaky whisper, and Aemond nods.

That’s exactly what he needed to hear.

“I’ll pay for a private room with you, so we can discuss what we can do for eachother, hmm?” Aemond says, already flipping open his leather wallet. His domineering aura made you feel as if you had no control, and that feeling made your pussy wetter than it should’ve.

He hands you the bills, plus a rather large tip which you widen your eyes at the sight of. You nod and make an effort to appear unphased. “Follow me then,”

You take Aemond to a free room, which had bright red LED lights. You sit on the couch, and he does the same.

“What services would you like me to provide?” You ask sweetly, trailing the rough leather couch with your finger to ease your nerves.

“I’d like you to be my sugar baby. I’ll provide you with anything you should need, and you’ll be my arm candy for events.” Aemond speaks bluntly, and you gulp. You’d been a sugar baby before, but not for someone of his stature.

Managing to build the courage to reply, you say “I’d be delighted, sir.”

“Call me Aemond, sweet thing.” he replies, stretching his arms out on the backrest of the couch.