Laur I see we’re talking Aemond and I need to join bc asdfghjkl that man had two minutes of screen time in the latest episode and he has me in chokehold already
like I’d push down my leo pride for him, let him degrade me, idec anymore
I just know he’s so thorough when it comes to fucking you, like deep and hard and with purpose, like that man fucks with his entire being ya know, I just, I need him I need him bad
asdfghjkl um yeah anyways hi ily and I hope you’re doing well🫣
pairing: king!aemond targaryen x queen!reader
warnings: eighteen+ content, p in v, deep penetration, porn with feelings, biting, scratching, everything is really brief.
etc: told myself i wouldn’t care nor did i care about this man and yet here i am thirsting over him like a fool lmaosks. i’m glad i’m not the only one thoughhh! ily and i’m suffering from this damn show but i hope you’re good bby <3
You’re his Queen and deserved to be treated—and fucked—as such. He likes when both of you are taking enjoyment in the part, it’s not just something he takes from you. It’s a pleasure you both receive, feel, love.
The time he takes to make sure you’re wrapping your arms around him to pull him to your chest, tightening your legs around his hips pushing your pelvis up into his so his cock runs over your wet cunt as you ask him nicely. Beg so sweet because you want him, not because he has to force it out of you.
You really want him.
As much as he does you.
Your body sings and trembles and reaches out for him. Your cunt taking him in perfectly, the stretch around his cock making you both sigh in relief. Feel almost high on him finally sliding home. From the push and pull of his hips as he encases you with his arms, as his mouth bruises yours with his—everything he takes he gives back.
Every hard thrust met with your nails digging into his shoulders; pain for pain.
Every dirty word spilling from his lips met with an agonizing cry for more from your lungs; ache for ache.
Every bite and hard press of his mouth met with your teeth in his bottom lip; mark for mark.
The only power he holds over you is in status, throne, name. A name you now share with him, a name you wear, bare with honor and grace. A name you’re proud to have and he’s happy to give.
Any other power is held in the mix of your shared breaths, moans, fingers intertwined—plans to rule, take, and claim side by side.
You don’t shy away and he doesn’t cower from you knowing all. Seeing all. Seeing him for who he truly is.
With your leg in the crook of his arm, bent just enough to have him going deeper into you, the slow methodical roll of his hips, the deep grunts against your tongue as you mewl and cry and he swallows it down—he fucks you until neither of you can breathe unless it’s from the others mouth. Your insides sore and raw and perfectly tender.
“Does my queen want another?” He asks when he’s made you come for the third time, the smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth nothing if not promising. For he’d give his Queen anything, she need only ask.
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