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chapter thirteen: the wolf and the dragon (modern!gangleader!aemond x barowner!you)

hey y'all ;)

as always, warnings: pure smut. all the smut. so much smut.

MINORS FUCK OFF

anyways... chapter thirteen:

“let me take the pain away from you, sweetheart.”

you gasped against aemond’s lips as he held your cheeks in his hands. your eyes began to burn, causing you to blink rapidly in hope to push away any possible tears that would roll down your skin if you didn’t stop them. the cracked and broken skin on your lips tasted of metal from how much you had been anxiously biting them recently, and it was all because of him.

you wanted to give into him so badly. oh gods, you’ve never wanted anything more in your entire life. what a pathetic mess you were, clinging to aemond. the intensity of your emotions had hit your peak until the only thought running through your head was aemond, aemond, aemond. you skin wasn’t cold by any means, but since the death of lucerys and your fights with aemond, there was nothing that could compare to the vast chill inside your rib cage that left it feeling vacant. loneliness filled the space between your bones, and eventually found its way lodges in your throat, until it settled on your frontal lobe and dulled your decision making skills.

you let yourself gasp once more as your lips ghosted over aemond’s. his long fingers were hot against your face, feeling as though the small hairs on your cheeks were being singed off. however, you craved the heat. you wanted the burn. you craved every bit of touch aemond was willing to give you, because for so long it felt like you would never get it back from him. it didn’t matter that he pushed and pulled you for so long, because there he was — claiming he was willing to stay.

and that was all you needed to press your hands against the side of his face and connect your lips together.

the heat on his hands could never compare to the fire in the kiss. there were no polite movements, let alone acts of pleasantries that transpired between your lips as your tongues dipped into each other’s mouths and tangled with each other. you forced yourself into aemond’s lap, straddling him. he let go of your face to wrap a sturdy arm around the middle of your back, clinging to the side of your waist, and thrusted a purposeful hand into the mess of your hair through the back of your neck.

the heat, the burning, the passion — oh gods, you were a mess in aemond’s lap. an absolute mess. you were grabbing, practically clawing at any part of aemond you could get your hands on. the need to have aemond as close as possible to you had taken over your entire body, but there was no satisfaction. your loneliness pricked at every nerve ending in your body, pulling and forcing him closer, until you were gasping into the kiss.

“more,” you whined meekly. “i need you, aemond. i want more of you.”

his grip left your body and hair, which caused a frustrated grunt to leave your lips. aemond threw his shirt over his head and immediately reached for your shirt. he shoved your head through the neck hole and tossed the garment somewhere in the room.

“all yours, baby,” he rasped, grabbing your chin and holding it in place. he immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth, and you whined once more in appreciation. “let go for me, baby. let me take care of you.”

a desperate sobbed racked throughout your chest, but aemond swallowed it whole. he swallowed your sadness, your anger, your loneliness, your feeling of abandonment, everything — and you willingly let him. there was the small amount of reservation and reluctance in your mind, but it was no match for how aemond took you and filled you whole.

“i wish i hated you,” you sobbed against his lips, but despite your words… you wouldn’t let his lips go.

“hate me, sweetheart,” he grunted, fisting the fabric of your pants. “as long as you promise that you’ll let me make it better.”

“fuck, you bastard —“ you whined. “fuck you. you better fuck me like you mean it, aemond.”

“i thought you knew me, sweetheart?” he cooed, mischief in his voice. “i don’t go back on threats.”

in a second, he threw him off of you. an involuntarily yelp left your lips, but aemond was already on top of you to swallow that, too. he slid off your pants, leaving you only in your lace panties. on his knees, he stood over you and began to undo his belt.

you scoffed, glaring up at him through the wisps of stray hair that had fallen over your forehead and clouded your eyes. you propped yourself up on your elbow as you swiped the hairs away as you spat, “you’re off your rocker if you think i’m begging again.”

he chuckled darkly. “my good, sweet girl… you’ve done enough to please me.”

your gaze melted as you stared up at aemond. his words of praise immediately sent warmth throughout your chest and caused your lips to sink into the plumpness of your bottom lip.

“let me take all of you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips as his hands traveled up and down your body. “give yourself to me.”

“are you man enough to handle all of me?” you snapped.

his hand found itself between your thighs and began playing with the most sensitive parts of you. you whined against his lips at his touch, your tough exterior breaking down before him with each of his movements. you were crumbling underneath him, just at his touch, and he chuckled darkly at how much power he had over you. “you want me to show you again, baby?”

“fucking-“

he cut you off with a feverish kiss and pushing two fingers inside your cunt. a startled yelp left your lips before aemond had pressed a calloused thumb to your clit. you immediately grasped at his forearms in order to steady yourself.

“cat got your tongue already, sweetheart?” he whispered mischievously.

the way you turned into flexible, keening putty in aemond’s hands should’ve embarrassed you. he was giving you every ounce of comfort and affection you could want that it almost brought tears to your eyes. your back arched slightly into aemond as you began to gnaw at your bottom lip.

“aem — aemond,” your voice could barely formed the words as it cracked.

“i know, baby. i’ll take care of you,” he whispered. “i was so mean to you before, wasn’t i?”

your hips were rocking against his hand, increasing the friction, as you nodded your head at his words. you screwed your eyes shut as a single tear began to leak from one eye. it felt as though the tension in every inch of your body wasn’t just fading away, but being forcefully pushed out of your mind and far away where the tired muscles of your body would never become acquainted with it again. you should’ve been mad at aemond, you should’ve stopped him — but you couldn’t. every nerve ending on your body was screaming give in, please, gods, it feels so good, don’t let him stop — and who were you to deny yourself the pleasure you were experiencing? your blood was hot, and it was pumping aggressively to every bit of your body and pleasure was the only thing you knew at that moment.

"oh, i was," he purred against your ear in a menacing, lust filled tone. "my poor girl."

"fuck—" you whined, grasping his clothes to contain yourself. "please, please, aemond —"

"that's it, sweetheart." he licked a stripe up the side of your neck and sucked at the spot where your throat met your jaw. a gasp left your lips as soon as the bolt of electricity shot right to your core. you were aching, dripping for the man above you. every ounce of control left your body, and you didn't care. "that's it, baby. let me feel that needy pussy cum for me."

at the sound of his words, you were done. you were through. you were absolutely fucking ruined.

your back arched into his chest as your vision went white. the flooding feeling of warmth spread from deep inside your womb, to every nerve ending of your body. vibrations flew across every inch of your skin as pathetic sobs left your lips. aemond's tongue immediately found its way into your mouth and tangled itself with yours. aemond loved to hear the sounds you made, but to taste them was a different story. to drink from you, to swallow the pleasure he had given you — there was nothing that empowered him more.

his free hand glided up and down any inch of exposed, sensitive skin he could find. you shivered underneath his touch, riding out your orgasm. the man above you whispered incoherent words against your ear, and you crooned into him.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered. "but i am a selfish man, my dear."

aemond immediately flipped your weak body over so you laid on your stomach, clinging onto dear life. you struggled to catch your breath, your footing, anything — but aemond's abrupt movements were causing your head to swim. when aemond snaked one arm under you and around your waist, hoisting you up onto your nears — you knew you were as good as dead.

but it wasn't until you felt aemond's flattened, hot tongue lick a stripe up the length of your slit did every muscle go taut and your sense were sent into overdrive.

you absolutely writhed against his touch. no amount of breathing, or holding onto the bedding could keep your grounded enough to remain present in the situation. aemond, rarely a man who allowed himself to indulged, plunged his tongue so deep inside you that you squealed. you tried squirming away from him, but he held you in place.

the pleasure, the overstimulation — it was all to much. your chest was pressed against the comforter of the bedding as your ass shook in the air for aemond and his devilish plans. the pain, oh — the pain from your spent muscles couple with the soothingness of aemond's warm tongue was something so bittersweet, so mind-numbing, you stopped breathing.

"you wouldn't deny me, love," he spoke against you, licking at your clit. "hmm? would you?"

"no, aemond —" you sobbed. "please..."

"please, what?" he demanded, his assault on your ciit never halting.

"more, more," you spat, tears coming to your eyes. "please. need more of you."

you heard a zipper began to undo itself, but aemond's words stopped you. "fucked you dumb, baby, that it? don't know what else to do?"

you whined in discontent, bucking your hips backwards into him. “fucking christ, aemond — if you don’t —“

“shh, sweetheart, shh,” he cooed, massaging the flesh of your ass with his calloused hand. “i’ll give you what you need, baby, don’t worry.”

the head of his cock nestled itself between your folds, causing a whine to be ripped from inside you. your throat was dry, and your voice was cracking, but every part of you was singing for aemond to finally do what he promised. you squeezed the bed sheets around your fingers and scrunched your eyes shut as the man’s long, thick cock pushed further and further into you.

“sweetest pussy i’ve ever had,” he drawled, grasped your hips in each hand. “she’s so good to me.”

his dirty mouth was sending shivers up and down your spine, and you didn’t know how to react with anything besides rambling his name or whimpering. it was so easy to give into the feeling of being bent and used for aemond’s pleasure because he knew just what to do to make you become putty in his hands.

“so wet,” he spoke. “so warm and tight.”

his nails were digging into your skin and would definitely leave marks that would last for days. you didn’t care; aemond was finally settling and satisfying that ache within you until you were filled with all of him. all you could do was keep your ass in place, buck your hips back to meet his thrusts, and you knew you’d get everything you wanted from him.

you were comfortable in the position, sure, but that didn’t mean aemond was.

to your surprise, aemond leaned forward and pushed your hips slightly down with him. you were so cockdrunk you couldn’t do anything but let him mold you the way he wanted, as long as he promised to keep his cock inside of you. you arched your lower back into aemond’s hips as he placed a knee on either side of your thighs. when aemond wrapped an arm around your throat, encasing you in the crook of his elbow, you knew you were in it.

“finally fucked the attitude out of you, hmm?” he taunted. “thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

his teasing should’ve ignited a fire inside of you, should’ve made you bite back, but you couldn’t. aemond had ripped you open, only to put you back together again. you wanted to call him every mean name in the book… but it was useless. you were useless.

“i can’t,” you gasped, tears almost leaking through your eyelids as he continued to thrust into you. “it feels so fucking good aemond.”

he laughed darkly in your ear, pressing a wet kiss against the side of your face. you leaned into his affection, and he pressed the side of his face to yours. you would argue that this was much more intimate than any kiss; sharing air, heat, sweat, tears, and the lust between the both of you. his moans, so close to your ear, were like music.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum—“ you gasped.

“yeah, sweetheart?” he baited. “tell me how much you love it before.”

“i love your cock so much, aemond,” you repeated, squirming in his hold.

“more, baby,” he seethed. “tell me more.”

“i’m yours, aemond,” you choked, so, so close to teetering off the edge. “i love being yours.”

his cock was sinking deeper and deeper into your pussy, as if that was possible. your walls were gripping him — strangling his length in fear that he would leave you, unsatisfied. your mind was swimming, your senses were swimming, everything, anything that you were — fucking gone.

your fists tightened around the bed sheet as a shock of burning, white heat blew up from your womb and shook your hips and thighs. aemond let go of your throat when he felt the spasming of your walls, continuing to fuck you through your climax. you slammed the side of your face back into the mattress, a sputtering mess, when aemond bit down on the flesh of your shoulder.

“fuck, i love you,” you cried, tears actually sliding down your face. “i love you so fucking much. fuck, i can’t stop — i can’t stop —“

and aemond didn’t either.

his last thrusts were hard and wild. he was chasing an orgasm to rival your own, and even in your sensitive state, you relished in the feeling of having him use you like that.

“say it again,” he grunted. “say it.”

you were too fucked out to be confused, let alone embarrassed. “i love you,” you gasped, still trying to come down from your high. “i love you so much, baby, love you and your cock so much.”

when he slammed a heavy slammed down onto the bed next to you, you knew aemond had reached his peak. from behind, you could feel every muscle of his grow taut. it was like electricity was shooting through every one of his veins, forcing him to stand at attention. his hips slammed into you a few more times, almost involuntarily as his orgasm took over his body. when aemond collapsed next to you, half off and half on you, you knew you both were spent.

you tried not to let the embarrassment set in, but it was hard not to. you rarely had good moments with aemond… you didn’t want to ruin it, but you had to say something.

“i should’ve…” you began, not knowing what words to use to salvage the situation. “i’m sorry.”

“shut up, woman,” he groaned. “don’t apologize after something like that.”

“i would hit you if i had any energy,” you muttered.

“then i would fuck you again,” he retorted. “and tell you how much i love you.”

you opened your eyes to see him laying only a few inches from you. exhaustion had probably set in on both of your faces, but you couldn’t help but ask. “you mean that?”

“you’re smarter than to ask.”

you scoffed, a smile playing at your lips. “fuck you.”

“i would fuck you, but i’m afraid my legs have gone numb,” he mumbled, rolling over so you were able to comfortably lay on his chest. “you’re going to have to settle for an ‘i love you, too.’”

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