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LONGING.

modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

"Can I please request modern Aemond x best friend reader smut? They are watching some movie or TV series together and they have a good time when suddenly some steamy scene happens on the screen (some choking, spanking, degradation/praise kink) and he notices that she is turned on by that? And he is like "if you want to experience it I can help you with it?""

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT–MINORS DNI; fingering, p in v, spit kink, praise kink, humiliating, degrading, profanity, best friends to lovers

WORDS: 3.5 K

You were approximately 20 minutes into 365 Days when a knock on the front door forced you to get out of the comfort of your bed to see who chose to get on your nerves. Much to your surprise, it was Aemond.

It wasn’t unusual for him to come over unannounced, sometimes the reason was his brother just getting on his nerves, and sometimes it was the strict rules of his mother. You let him in, closing the door whilst he already ridded himself off his sneakers and jacket. “I was just watching a movie, lemme turn it off real quick,“ you quipped, already walking back into the bedroom.

“What movie?"

You turned to face him, grimacing at the thought of admitting your guilty pleasure to him. Movies like that weren’t your cup of tea, but sometimes you felt the urge to watch them, just because you weren’t in the right headspace for any Marvel or Star Wars movies. Aemond and you were watching the final season of Game of Thrones, and since you thought that was the reason he came over, you wanted to prepare everything for it.

“… 365 Days? Flo and Bae talked about it and I thought I’d give it a try,“ you confessed, busy rustling the sheets to get the remote of your TV.

Aemond’s heavy footsteps approached the bedroom, and when you turned to look at him, you saw him mirroring the grimace you made before. You were surprised he even knew what kind of movie you were talking about, to be honest. “You know what? Keep it on. Game of Thrones has gotten shitty ever since season 7 aired.“

Knowing damn well that the heavy sex scenes you had seen before in the movie weren’t going to be the last ones, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the humiliation you had to endure, muttering a defeated “fine“.

It was so damn difficult for you to say no to him, especially because of the little crush you had on him ever since you both met through mutual friends.

You had been friends–or rather best friends–for quite some time at this point. You couldn’t even recall how it all started. After a night out with your friends, you both crossed paths more often than you would have liked to admit, and Aemond made the first move to reach out to you. You bonded over multiple things, your shared affinity for High Valyrian, and your similar taste in music only being two of them. At first, things were kind of rocky between you–it wasn’t easy to coax Aemond out of his tough shell–but once that step was accomplished, the relationship between you developed rather quickly. Everyone around you called you inseparable, and wherever one of you went, the other followed.

You both lay down on your bed with your legs being carelessly thrown over his, and a large pillow placed between your bodies for you to rest your arm upon. Aemond had his arms crossed behind his head, whilst your other arm was lazily draped over your waist, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt.

Aemond appeared to notice the tension in your body the second you pressed play, the way the corners of his mouth quirked into a slight smirk gave it away—he knew what was going to happen in the movie, but you were far too distracted to even notice it.

The anticipation in your stomach had you releasing a strained sigh, your breathing growing more and more shallow, because you knew which scene was going to come.

Baela and Floris had told you about the yacht scene, and though they did not go into detail, you could clearly grasp that it was hot and spicy. And when that scene started to play, your whole body felt like it was on fire. Not from embarrassment, but from arousal. The way he manhandled her in the roughest way and took her however he pleased was something you always wanted to experience, too. But you never found the right guy, with most of them being as vanilla as ever. The urge to squeeze your thighs together to soothe the aching between your legs didn’t come as a surprise, your hips shifting ever so slightly because you weren’t keen on catching Aemond’s attention.

But when your eyes finally averted from the screen, you saw him already watching you, an amused expression on his face, and his eyebrow raised in a way that just screamed ‘as if’.

“It doesn’t take more to get you horny?“ Aemond spoke as if that was the most normal thing in the world–as if the man‘s demeanor in that scene was the most normal thing ever.

Your cheeks instantly heated up at Aemond’s shameless teasing, and you found it difficult to meet his eye. “God, it’s been a while since I got laid, okay? And it sure as hell did not look like that… sorry,“ you all but barked the last word, raising your hands in defeat to show your irritation. Aemond found humor in your reaction.

What you didn’t expect was Aemond pinching your chin and turning your head to force you to look at him. It was then that you noticed you had shifted closer to him in your trance like state–you were just far too focused on what was happening on screen than to catch your own movements.

Your lips were pressed into a thin line, not out of discomfort but the sudden proximity, and you were close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“If you want someone to fuck you like that, you know you could’ve just asked me, right?“

You weren’t certain if you had fallen asleep during the movie, but if it was a dream, you hoped you wouldn’t wake up.

“I… uhm,“ you stuttered, the sounds barely above a whisper. A thousand thoughts were racing through your mind, the most obvious of them being the fear he was just messing with you. Oh, you knew he had to be messing with you.

His other hand was resting on your stomach, the palm rubbing soft circles over it, and once you noticed, you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching your thighs once again.

“If that’s what you want, I can help you with it,“ Aemond said softly, nodding towards your TV. “I can fuck you like he would.“ There was curiosity written all over his chiseled features, and if he was nervous, he was damn good at masking it. Your teeth captured your bottom lip, chewing on it as you contemplated his offer for a few seconds.

His piercing gaze was lingering on you, and it seemed that something in your expression and body language had subconsciously changed, because he didn’t wait for you to speak a coherent sentence, before he already moved to lie between your legs. His hands were supporting his weight on either side of your head, and strands of his platinum blonde hair fell into his face as he was towering above you.

Your breath hitched in your throat–you felt him. He was hard and pressing against your clothed cunt. One rut of his hips was all it took for you to mutter a desperate “please“, giving him your consent to keep going.

“Please, what?“

You clenched your jaw, staring up at him with a dumbfounded expression. Was he serious? Taking in a deep breath, you overcame your timidity.

“Please fuck me like that, Aemond.“

The neediness in Aemond’s kiss was an indicator that he had planned to do that for a very long time. There was no softness in it, it was just clashing teeth and all tongue, your mouths molding so perfectly against each other. Aemond was subtle and skilled in what he did, so you hadn’t really noticed his hand wandering underneath the waistband of your pants to cup your clothed cunt–his thumb brushing over your sensitive bud, causing you to moan into his mouth.

He drank down every sound you made, eagerly taking everything you gave him. Truth was, he was just as aroused as you, and occasionally, you heard him grunting and humming, the sounds surging straight to your head and causing a wave of arousal to gush out of your core.

A gasp was heard as Aemond’s fingers pulled your panties to the side to slide into your hole, soaked enough to do so with ease. You clenched down on his fingers, and your back arched involuntarily against his firm body. It felt as if he gave you everything at once, but also not enough, the despair palpable in the way you grasped his biceps, your fingers digging into his muscles.

The hand that wasn’t occupied with scissoring in and out of you made quick work of yanking your sweats down and your shirt up to reveal your perky tits.

His lips found your right nipple, sucking and nibbling on it, whilst his fingers paid equal attention to the other. His lips traveled down your body, leaving a trail of open mouthed kissed until they stopped at your pubic bone.

However, your hands were quick to entangle into his precious, silver-blonde hair, and you proceeded to pull it like reigns to where you wanted him, and right now, you didn’t want his mouth on you–you wanted his cock. The sharp tug of you as you pulled him back up had him hissing, but it was evident that the stinging pain turned him on, because his lips were on yours in an instant.

“I said fuck me, not eat me out, Aem.“ And while you expected him to chuckle, he just flashed you a gaze that spoke for itself. The way his head was tilted slightly with his dark blown eye fixed with yours was clearly meant to warn you, you were playing with fire–and you never felt more alive.

But Aemond did what you said. His pants were quickly gone, discarded on the floor next to the bed, with his boxers following shortly after. You took care of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head to join the rest of his clothes. You shimmied your way out of your sweats and panties with just a little help of Aemond, whilst your oversized shirt stayed on.

Aemond sat back on his haunches, fisting his length to pump it to full hardness. You were propped up on your elbows, and for the first time ever since meeting him, you saw him completely naked. He was fucking well-endowed, and the bulbous tip of his cock shimmered with beads of pre cum leaking out of his slit. The sight had your mouth watering, a tingling sensation spreading throughout your body at the thought that you were finally getting what you had been dreaming of.

You shamelessly stared at him working himself to full hardness, but the most erotic thing still was how he maintained eye contact with you while he did it. His hooded gaze flickered over your body, and eventually stopped at the apex of your legs.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the tension of it all causing you to release the most desperate whimper one had ever heard.

“Impatient, are we?“ The blonde teased, a cocky smirk adorning his features. You were glaring at him the second you noticed what he was doing, and quickly threw yourself onto him, the sheer force of your body pushing against his having him groaning out.

Aemond’s hand found your waist, gripping it tightly to flip you onto your stomach. You squealed at the movement, but wiggled your hips for him nevertheless. “On your hands and knees,“ he instructed sternly, and you eagerly obeyed. With all the arousal that coated your cunt, it was easy for him to slide the tip of his cock through your folds, coating it in your essence for extra lubrication, before he finally eased into you. The stretch was delicious, painful even, but you wouldn’t trade it for a thing.

He knew how to be gentle, really, but you wanted him to be rough—and he was all in for it.

Now it was his hand that entangled into your hair, anchoring him enough to pull you back onto his cock until he was bottoming out completely. You both moaned in unison–he, because you were just so damn tight, and you, because he stretched you in the best way possible. It felt as if he was up in your throat. You felt filled to the brim, and Aemond seemed to notice, because he gave you a few seconds to adjust.

Aemond drew his hips back until he completely pulled out of you again. The thick tip of his cock slid over your clit a few times, before he slammed back into you, his heavy balls slapping against your little bundle of nerves.

The pace he set up was frantic and reckless, he wasn’t showing any mercy. Instead of moaning, you were stuttering. „Fu—Fuckk,“ you hiccuped, repeatedly interrupted by the force of his thrusts. Your hands were clutching the sheets underneath you, your knuckles blanching from the force.

From behind you, you heard Aemond groaning and grunting praises. “You’re taking me so fucking well, Y/N, didn’t think it would fit.“ It had you blushing like crazy, and you buried your head into the pillows.

A part of you was ashamed you allowed things to get that far, fearing for your relationship with him, but the other part was satisfied. It was what you had wanted for a very long time, and judging by the way Aemond took you, you knew he wanted it, too.

While one of his hands found solace in the curve of your waist, the other pushed you further into the pillows with your hair neatly wrapped around its palm.

Your sounds were muffled, and the blonde was towering above your frame, seemingly not caring. It felt as if he rested his whole weight onto your body, but you couldn’t care less because you were in a state of bliss–finally someone wasn’t afraid to use you however he wanted.

Then, the man behind you stilled, the only thing audible was his heavy breathing. His hand remained on the back of your head, but you felt him leaning over the edge of your bed, and heard him fumbling in the top drawer of your nightstand. Once a soft buzzing sound filled the silence, you knew he had found your pink vibrating wand. You managed to slightly turn your head to catch a glimpse of him.

“How—“

He interrupted you, “Just guessed. It’s usually the top or bottom drawer.“ That bastard openly rubbed his game into your face.

Before you could interject, he pressed it to your clit, the words catching in your throat only to be replaced by whines and moans.

He yanked you up by your hair to pull your back flush against his chest, and changed his grip from your hair to your throat. It was beneficial, because he could choke you and get you into a lightheaded state, but could also support your body without much effort. Each time your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, so did his hand around your throat.

Aemond consumed you in every way. His toned body and natural heat surrounded you with his arms at either side of your body, his usually blueish eye dark blown and burning a hole into the side of your face, his thick, veiny cock relentlessly splitting you in half. And you couldn’t be more thankful for it.

He rested his forehead in the crook of your neck, still thrusting in tandem with the wand's vibrations as he began to fuck you to your peak. His lips bullied your flushed skin, sucking it in to leave bruises, marking you as his.

His thumb pressed against your yaw, turning your head so you were able to look at him from over your shoulder. It then moved to tap against your bottom lip. Your mouth already hung agape, but he still commanded you to “Open up for me.“ He could ask everything of you with the gravelly voice he used.

With his hand resting around your throat like a choker, you had little to no freedom to nod and complied by opening your mouth in the perfect ‘o’ shape, with your tongue sticking out slightly. Since you had seen quite a few porn videos, you were perfectly aware of what he planned to do, hence you gulped in anticipation with your tongue waiting for what was to come.

Aemond leant to the side, and allowed his lips to ghost over yours for a few seconds. You saw him pucker his lips slightly as he gathered some saliva, his chiseled lips pursing as he swished it from cheek to cheek, making it thick and warm for you. You didn’t even register that you whined for it, until you heard him scoffing.

And when he finally deemed it appropriate to release his saliva, he made sure to let it happen teasingly slow. It practically dripped from his mouth to yours, and when the warm fluid touched your tongue, you were eager to swallow it–until he moved his hand to grab your chin, forcing you to keep your mouth open. “Don’t swallow… not yet,“ he commanded, watching his spit dancing over your tongue to the back of your throat, and of course you obeyed.

“Good girl.“

You moved your hands to grip his forearm, supporting you enough to withstand his harsh thrusts. The angle allowed him to thrust even deeper into your tight heat, and when Aemond increased the intensity of the vibrations, high pitched gurgles left your throat, the coil in your belly was so close to snapping. It was torture, and you loved it.

A bunch of grunts and expletives spewed from Aemond’s lips as he fought his own urges to cum with your walls sucking him in, determined to first and foremost let you cum before he was to claim you, and show you that you belonged to him and him alone.

He nuzzled his nose along your cheek, pressing a sloppy kiss to it. “You gonna cum for me, pigeon?“ His raspy voice breathed against your hot skin. “Swallow my spit and cum for me.“

The second his spit ran down your throat, you released one pornographic moan after another, slowly grinding yourself against the head of the vibrator, shoving yourself deeper onto his cock. His hand cupped your cheek to press your face against his lips, his heavy breathing and grunts the only sounds filling your ears.

“Mhh, I can feel how bad you want it. Let go for me, Y/N, be a good girl and soak my cock.”

The wand was snugly pressed against your clit, and while it slowly became uncomfortable, it still brought you a good bit of pleasure. But his words and the obscenity of it all was what finally pushed you over the edge.

After a handful of sloppy, yet excruciatingly intense thrusts, you felt it. White spots clouded your vision and your orgasm washed over you, the coil in your belly finally snapping. It was prolonged with Aemond drilling his hips into yours, but you figured it was for him to reach his own peak as well.

It hit him quickly, noticeable in the guttural moan he released. His own pleasure made it difficult for him to maintain the pace of his thrust, so they grew more languid and sharp. When his cock spilled his load deep inside your walls, you whined softly, grinding your hips to help him through his high.

You stayed in that position for a few seconds without either one of you moving, seemingly just enjoying the proximity and the aftershocks that flowed through both your bodies. A twitch of his hand pushed the vibrating wand tighter against your sensitive clit, and it had you jerking back against his body.

“’M sorry,“ Aemond muttered against the side of your face.

The vibrations from the wand ceased instantly when he clicked the power button, and you heard the thud of the toy being tossed somewhere beyond your reach in the vastness of your large bed.

When his cock became flaccid, he pulled out, and you felt his sticky seed seeping slowly from your abused hole down the insides of your thighs.

His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, and you felt the corners of his mouth quirking up just slightly against your lips, satisfied in knowing he’d made a proper mess out of you. He rested his forehead against your temple when he pulled back so that his nose barely brushed against your cheek, the thumping of your steadying heartbeat filling your ears.

The movie had already ended God-knew-when, and only your panting was audible in the safe confines of your bedroom.

“Satisfied?“

You chuckled, and moved to get off the bed to clean yourself up, “You have no idea.“

Aemond followed you into the bathroom to get himself clean as well, huffing at your reply in an amused manner.

“This movie has two more parts. We’re either watching it now or tomorrow morning. I don’t care, but this wasn’t the first and the last time I fucked you.“

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