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cowboybeepboop · 4 months ago

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bae it’s me i need you to write a HOTD smut with Aemond so bad im going ferral im literally ovulating rn so bad pls 😔

Pairing: Modern Aemond x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: You’re Aemonds assistant whom he has a soft spot for.

Warnings: Office sex, unprotected, p in v sex, semi public, teasing, fingering.

a/n: I really hope you enjoy �� there will in fact be a part 2 at some point 😝 So if anyone wants to be tagged in it let me know! And as always send any requests my way <3

Aemond Targaryen sat behind his large, oak desk, in the spacious and pristine office. He was quietly going over some paperwork, when the door to his office opened and you walked in.

The tall blonde man looked up from the paperwork, and his blue eye settled on you. He had gone through many assistants, but you had lasted longer than any of the others. Aemond was never sure if it was because you were good at your job, or if you simply had an unusually high tolerance for him.

“Good morning Sir, I know I’m late but-” you begin to try to explain yourself but he responds with a cold glare as he cuts you off.

Aemond set down the pen in his hand and looked at you sternly. He had a reputation for being a demanding and hard-to-please boss, and you were already behind schedule it seemed.

“Save your excuses,” he said in a clipped tone. “And tell me why you’re late.”

“Right, I’m late because there was a car crash on the freeway.” you clear your throat, gaze fixed on the wall behind him. “It won't happen again Sir, next time I’ll leave earlier.”

Aemond listened to your explanation, his expression flickering with a mixture of mild irritation and a hint of concern. He leaned back in his chair and scrutinized you for a moment.

"I'm glad you're unharmed," he said after a moment. "But punctuality is vital in this office." His gaze remained fixed on you, and there seemed to be something unspoken behind his words.

“Yes of course Sir,” you give him a soft smile, “Is there anything I can do or shall I wait at my desk until you need me?”

Aemond's eye flicked over your face as you smiled at him, and for a moment, a flicker of something akin to warmth was in his eye.

"You may wait at your desk," he said, his voice still cool but not as sharp as before. He picked up his pen again and returned to his paperwork, signaling your dismissal. As you headed back to your desk he glanced up and called after you. "Y/N."

“Sir?” you turn to face him, smoothing your skirt as you stand in front of him. Aemond looked at you for a moment, his gaze assessing.

"Close the door," he said, gesturing towards the door to his office. As the door clicked shut, the room suddenly felt more intimate. Aemond leaned back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on you. "Come here," he said, beckoning you closer, his voice low and commanding.

You follow his demand, moving to his desk with swiftness. Aemond watched you approach, his eye never leaving your form. He studied you with an intensity that was almost palpable, his gaze flickering over your face and body as you stood in front of him.

"Closer," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Come stand in front of me, right in front of the desk. Facing me."

“Is everything alright Sir?” you question while moving exactly where he wants you.

He ignored your question for a moment, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned forward in his chair, his long fingers steepled beneath his chin as he studied you.

"I want to ask you a question," he said, his gaze fixed on your face. "And I want an honest answer. Can you do that?"

“Yes, of course I can.” you smile sweetly as you watch his expression.

Aemond watched you intently, his eye studying your features as he spoke. "How come none of my previous assistants lasted as long as you have?" He asked, his voice low and measured.

“Are you sure you want an honest answer?” Your tone is a soft question.

Aemond's smirk widened at your question, and he leaned back in his chair. "Of course," he said, his voice edged with a hint of challenge. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want an honest answer."

“Right, well.. I think you can be very difficult at times, you’re a very demanding boss, every little detail must be perfect, and most importantly the hours are a challenge. I never know when I’ll be going home for the night.” you chew on your bottom lip, hoping he won't fire you because of your explanation.

Aemond listened as you spoke, his smirk never leaving his face. He knew he was difficult to work for, and he had pushed many of his assistants to their limits. But he also couldn't help but be impressed by your brutally honest answer.

"Interesting," he said after a moment, his eye still fixed on you. "And yet you've lasted longer than any of the others. Why is that?"

“I understand the demand for timeliness and perfection, you’ve got a difficult job here, the fate of all our jobs rely on your ability to get things done correctly. The late hours don’t bother me much either… But I also really enjoy having a stable job.” your eyes fall on his smirk.

Aemond's smirk softened into a small smile as you spoke, surprised by not only your honesty but also your insight into his demands. He leaned forward in his chair again, his hands clasping together as he considered your words.

"So, you're telling me you understand my demands, don't mind the late hours, and enjoy having a stable job," he said, his voice almost teasing. He tilted his head slightly, a new gleam in his eye. "And how do you feel about me?"

“What about you, Sir?” your eyebrows furrow with your question.

Aemond leaned back in his chair again, his smirk returning. "Come now, Y/N," he said, his tone slightly amused. "You know what I meant. I'm your boss, after all."

The smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he went on. "I asked you a question. Do I scare you, irritate you, or do you find me tolerable? Be honest."

“To be entirely honest, you do scare me a little bit..” your gaze falls to the floor, your posture straightening with your admission.

Aemond watched you intently, his single eye studying you as you spoke. He could see the slight shift in your body language, the way you stiffened as you answered his question.

"Ah," he said, his voice soft, "So, a little fear. What about the other options? Do I irritate you?"

“Not particularly,” you glance back up at him. “But why are you asking so many questions this morning?”

Aemond let out a small, humorless chuckle, his eye sparkling with amusement. "I'm asking because I want to know," he said, his tone still soft.

He pushed away from his desk and stood, towering over you. He took a step closer to you, closing the small distance between you and the desk. His gaze was unwavering, and you could sense the slightest hint of danger in his voice.

"You're my assistant, after all. I have to ensure you at least tolerate me."

You back up, thighs pressing into the edge of his desk. “R-right, of course.” you take a shaky breath, eyes trained on his face.

Aemond chuckled again, a low, dark sound that echoed in the small space between you. He stepped even closer, until he was practically looming over you, his height and presence filling the room.

His eye flicked down to your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your breath hitched in your throat. As you pressed further back against the desk, backed into a corner, he took a step forward, his face inches from your own. "Am I making you nervous, Y/N?" he whispered, his voice like a serpent's whisper.

“You’re very close, Sir.” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut in response to his voice.

Aemond didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned in even closer, his body mere inches from your own. He was so close you could feel his breath warm on your skin, his sheer size and presence making you feel suddenly small.

"And does that make you nervous?" he whispered again, his voice like a low rumble. His eye flicked over your face, taking in every twitch and shiver. "Or do you like it?"

“Am I still being honest?” you breathe out, voice barely a whisper. Aemond's smirk widened just a fraction at your question. He took another step forward, his body now pressed almost completely against yours, pinning you against the desk.

"Be brutally honest," he said, his voice low and commanding. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on your hip, his touch burning through the fabric of your skirt. "I want the truth."

You gasp at the feeling of his fingers against you, “A little bit of both, Sir.” you open your eyes, having a sort of deer in headlights expression. Aemond chuckled again, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through you. He tightened his grip on your hip, his fingers digging ever so slightly into your skin, holding you in place.

"A little bit of both," he repeated slowly, letting the words roll off his tongue. He leaned in even closer, his face so close to yours that you could feel the heat from his body. "I... scare and arouse you," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Is that right?"

“S-sir..” you practically moan, drinking in every shred of attention he’s giving you, unsure of how long it'll last.

Aemond's smirk became wider, his eye darkening as he watched you practically squirm in response to his touch. He moved impossibly closer, his body fully pinning you against the desk now, his grip on your hip tight and possessive.

"Ah, that's a lovely sound," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "Say my name, Y/N. I want to hear my name on your lips."

“Mr. Targaryen?” you question, your hand finally moving to touch his firm abdomen.

Aemond's smirk turned into a small smile when you dared to touch him. He took a sharp breath in as your hand made contact with his stomach, his muscles tensing under your touch.

He leaned in, his lips almost touching your ear as he spoke. "No," he growled, his voice low and sultry. "My first name."

“Aemond..” you murmur, body arching into his as his breath brushes your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Aemond, stop teasing me… please.”

Aemond chuckled again, the sound dark and seductive. He liked the way you said his name, the way your body responded to his every touch. He could feel you arch into him, and it took every ounce of restraint he had not to just take you right then and there.

"Oh, Y/N," he whispered, his lips moving ever so closer to your skin. "You're such a mess just from a little teasing. Are you that desperate for my touch?" He guides you to sit on the desk in front of him, his legs going between your own.

You further spread them, giving him space to come even closer. “Sir, please.. Touch me please..” you whine, eyes desperate as you gaze up at him. Aemond watched as you settled on the desk, parting your legs for him without a single command. He leaned in, his body finally pressing against your own, his hands on either side of you, caging you in.

"Impatient, are we?" he smirked, enjoying the way you whine for him. He ran his fingers up your thigh, his touch scorching hot through the thin fabric of your skirt. "So needy.. You're absolutely desperate for me, aren’t you."

“Mhm, so desperate.” you mutter while guiding his hand further up your thigh, desperate for him to touch you right where you need it. “Please touch me Aemond, you're torturing me..”

Aemond groaned as your hand guided his own, his fingers trailing higher, coming closer and closer to the spot where you wanted him most. Your need was almost unbearable for him to witness, and he was fighting to keep his composure, to not let himself just take you right then and there.

"You're the one who's torturing me," he whispered, his voice strained. "The way you moan for me, the way you're desperate for my touch... it's driving me mad."

You let out another soft moan, leaning back on the desk as he finally slips his hand between your thighs.

Aemond's eye darkened with desire as you leaned back on the desk and let out another moan. He gently pushed your thighs apart even more, his fingers slowly dancing over the fabric of your clothes, enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him.

"So eager for me, aren't you? So needy for my touch," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Beg me, Y/N. Beg for me to touch you properly."

“Please, Sir.. touch me properly, please give me what I need.” you whine, become more and more impatient with his teasing. Aemond was enjoying the way you whined and pleaded for him.

Your impatience was only bringing him closer to the edge, making him want to finally give you what you wanted. But he wanted to hear you say it again. "Use my name," he commanded, his voice dark. "Say it again. I want to hear my name when you beg me, Y/N."

“Aemond, I can’t take anymore teasing..” you gasp, feeling his hand trailing up your inner thigh. He took a second to savor the sound of it on your lips, relishing the way it sounded when you begged him for more.

He slid his hand even higher, until his fingers were gently brushing over your most sensitive parts, through the fabric of your clothes. He leaned in, his lips millimeters from your ear.

"You've been a very good girl," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "I suppose I'll give you what you want."

"Aemond," you moaned, the sound of his name like a prayer on your lips. You felt his hand move under your skirt, the fabric of your panties the only barrier between his skin and your wetness.

He hooked his finger under the elastic and with a swift motion, he slid them to the side, exposing you completely to his touch. He didn't waste any time, immediately pressing his finger against your entrance, feeling the slick heat of your arousal.

His eyes never left yours as he began to push in, the slow, deliberate movement making you beg for more.

"Please, Aemond," you gasped, your hips rolling in a silent plea for him to fill you completely. He smirked at your desperation, enjoying every second of it.

His finger slid in easily, and he watched your face contort with pleasure as he began to move it in and out, his strokes slow and maddening. Each time he went deeper, you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body begging for more.

He didn't need to be told twice; he added another finger, stretching you out even more, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you fall apart.

The room was filled with the sound of your whimpers and his soft, taunting whispers, the scent of your desire thick in the air. Aemond's own arousal was clear, his pants bulging as he worked you with his hand.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, "Keep begging for it, Y/N. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you."

Your breath hitched as his fingers hit a spot inside you that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "Aemond, I need you," you whispered, your voice shaking with need. "Please, fuck me, I can't wait any longer."

He chuckled darkly, withdrawing his fingers and taking a step back, leaving you trembling on the desk. "Patience," he said, his voice a low command.

He quickly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, his erection standing proud and demanding. "You'll get what you want, but only when I say you can."

With that, he stepped closer again, his body pressing against yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel the head of his cock nudging against you, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. "Beg for it," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Beg for me to take you."

Your body was on fire, your mind a whirlwind of desire. You didn't need to be told twice. "Aemond, please," you begged, your voice desperate and needy. "Take me, I need you inside me."

With a groan of his own, Aemond pushed into you, his cock filling you in one smooth stroke. You cried out, your nails digging into the wood of the desk as he began to move, his hips driving into you with a passion that was almost animalistic.

The friction was exquisite, the feeling of him inside you was everything you had been dreaming of. And so it began, a dance of power and pleasure, where you were both the dominator and the dominated, the hunted and the hunted.

With every thrust, every moan, every desperate plea, the walls of the office seemed to close in around you, until there was nothing but the two of you and the sound of skin on skin.

As Aemond began to move inside you, his hips setting a punishing rhythm, you bit your lip to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from your mouth.

You didn't want the rest of the office to hear how completely he owned you, how every stroke of his cock sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body. But Aemond noticed your effort to remain quiet, and his smirk grew darker.

"Let them hear you," he said, his voice a low command. "Let them know how much you want this, how much you need me."

You hesitated for a moment, but the need to please him overrode any shred of modesty you had left. You let out a low moan, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment as the sound echoed through the room. Aemond's eye narrowed in approval, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove into you even harder.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Let it out, scream for me."

And so you did, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You could feel the tension in the air around you, the energy of your shared passion almost tangible.

Aemond's movements grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as he fucked you with an intensity that bordered on feral. The world outside the office door didn't exist anymore, it was just the two of you and the sound of your bodies colliding.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper, faster. The desk creaked under your combined weight, the sound mixing with the wet slap of flesh and the harsh rhythm of your breathing.

And as you felt the beginnings of your climax building, you couldn't help but wonder if this was what it was like to truly submit to someone, to be claimed in every sense of the word.

Aemond leaned in, capturing your mouth in a brutal kiss that stole your breath away. His tongue danced with yours as his hips continued their relentless assault, his hand moving to palm your mound, his thumb flicking over your clit. The combination of his touch and the feel of him inside you was too much to handle, and you shattered around him, your orgasm tearing through you like a storm.

He didn't stop, though, driving into you harder and faster, chasing his own release. And when he finally found it, he pulled back, his single eye blazing with victory as he watched you come apart in his arms. The silence that followed was deafening, both of you trying to catch your breath as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your racing hearts, the throb of your bodies, and the knowledge that the office outside had just become a place of secret desire and power games. Aemond leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "You're mine now, Y/N. Remember that." And with that, he pulled out, leaving you trembling and exposed on the desk, the evidence of your desire for him slick on your thighs.

Aemond leaned back, drinking in the sight of you laid out on the desk before him, your body still trembling and panting after your intense climax. He smiled with satisfaction, enjoying the way your eyes couldn't seem to meet his own, the aftermath of your submission still fresh on your face.

"Do you understand, Y/N?" he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of command. "Do you understand who you belong to? Who you *truly* belong to?"

“Yes.. yes Sir..” you murmur, voice dazed as you try to catch your breath.

Aemond chuckled at your dazed response, enjoying the way you called him "Sir" even now, after everything that had just happened.

He leaned in, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "Good," he said, his voice low and calm. "Because I expect you to remember it from now on. You're mine, Y/N. Body and mind. And I won't tolerate any disrespect, or any attempts to defy me."

You nod, leaning your head to his hand, enjoying the gentleness of his touch. A knock on the door sends a shiver down your spine, you try to stand from the desk but Aemond holds you in place.

Aemond's hand on your hip held you firm in place, preventing you from moving. He glanced towards the door, his expression becoming stoic for a moment.

"Come in." he called out, his voice commanding without betraying any hint of what had just happened. You squirm under his hands, nervously trying to get away.

“Oh uh, here’s the paperwork you needed.” One of your coworkers quickly sets the file on the desk, leaving the room quickly and gently closing the door behind them.

Aemond didn't look away from you as the worker left the room, his eye focused on you like a hawk. He could feel your squirms, your attempt to get away from him.

As soon as the door clicked shut, his grip on you tightened, pinning you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "I'm not finished with you yet."

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