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Aemond Targaryen x Lady!Reader (house not specified)
Summary: you feel ignored by Aemond at a feast and storm off. He comes to retrieve you
Warnings: smut with very little plot, clothed pussy kissing, missionary, PiV, doggy style, clothed sex, public sex, reader is a brat, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise, a little aftercare
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You and Aemond both hated feasts. Well, until tonight, apparently. You had been waiting for him for over an hour, standing near the wall like a delicate wallflower.
You were annoyed. Impatient.
Aemond was moving through the feast, some approaching him, some bowing, some simply moving out of the way as quickly as they could. And finally, he spotted you. He nodded politely to a few lords and tried to force a polite smile to women who were clearly searching his favor. And though his smile was obviously forced, you still narrowed your eyes.
The second he was with you, his shoulders eased a bit, the tension bleeding out.
“Took you long enough,” you spoke annoyed, curt. You took a sip of your wine, eyeing him up and down. He hated when you did that. Had hated it ever since he was around fourteen years old. It was too searching, too exposing. His eye never left you, though he clenched his jaw for just a moment. “I was beginning to believe you forgot about me.”
You pouted as you said that, and he finally took a step closer. Still far enough to be appropriate, but close enough for you to feel that flicker of tension between you both.
“Forget you?” He spoke in his gentle voice, a silent warning behind it. “I would never be able to do such a thing. You… command the room. Or except just me.”
“Do not jest-“ you replied, feeling some more annoyance bubble up inside of you. “You were ignoring me. I caught your eye twenty minutes ago. You kept your post. You didn’t even smile at me-“
Aemond’s eye narrowed slightly as he listened to your complaining, staying quiet until he was certain you were done rattling on.
“I am still a prince, my lady,” he said, “such conversing is expected of me. Besides, twenty minutes is not that long, my dear friend.”
The word friend was enough to make you nearly angry. How dare he call you his ‘friend’. You were more than that. So much more.
“Well,” he started, an amused glint in his eye, “I am here now. You have my undivided attention. Shall we talk of the weather? Or perhaps take a turn around the room and speak of gossip and-“
“You-“
“Or,” he said, fully cutting you off, “will you punish me even more for simply… performing my duties?”
“I shall punish you,” you said, the words coming out breathier than expected. Aemond’s eye darkened for a moment, his lips parting as he listened to your threat.
“I mean—I meant as in, next time I shall ignore you, too.”
You watched his tongue poke his cheek. You were being a brat, as usual, but the thought of you ignoring him sent a spark of annoyance through him. He didn’t want you to ignore him. Ever. He wanted you to only look at him.
“Ignore me?” He stared down at you, noticing every small detail of you, even the flecks in your eyes. “A bold strategy. But you certainly lack the discipline to do such a thing.”
He took your wine then, finishing it in one gulp.
“Tell me,” he said, a clear challenge in his voice, “how long do you truly believe you could hold out before you seek me out again?”
You scoffed. “Well,” you said, “let’s see.”
And you walked off. You walked out of the great hall, down the quiet corridors, right towards the gardens. Aemond stood frozen as he watched you walk off. Some men wouldn’t have chased you, simply deciding to ignore such an insolent lady. Another might have run after you, desperate and shouting and causing a scene.
But Aemond was still a prince of the blood. He didn’t rush after a woman, but he definitely wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of being left alone. Though he knew you wanted him to follow you.
He waited a few minutes before he walked towards where you disappeared. He moved silently through the corridors, and found you in the cool night air of the gardens.
He approached you from behind, seeing the way the moonlight lit up your appearance.
“A coward’s retreat, my lady?” He spoke, making you turn around immediately, nearly hitting his chest. “Fleeing the moment a challenge arises? I believe you to possess more courage than that…”
“I am not a coward,” you hissed back. You didn’t take a step back, refusing to back down. Refusing to be further away from him. Aemond took a step forward, backing you up behind a thick bush.
And you let him.
“You speak out of line, my prince,” you warned him.
“I speak exactly as the truth demands..” he purred back, a familiar shiver going down your spine. “You ran away, to a very quiet place indeed. Quiet and private.”
He stood so close now, you could smell the scent of him, feel the heat of him. You looked down, seeing his fingers twitch.
“And if you truly wished to ignore me.. you would have gone to your chambers. Had your knight keep everyone, including me, out. But no… the lady had to run outside, hide away where no one would pass, waiting for the big, bad dragon to find her-“
You were nearly trembling now, his low, raspy voice sending shivers down your spine straight towards your core.
You raised your hands, touching his doublet, staring up at him with nearly glassy eyes.
“Just fuck me-“ you spoke, and the sheer bluntness of your words caught Aemond fully off guard.
And then the words registered.
He grabbed your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of the gown, and tugged you so close your bodies were pressed together.
“Fuck you?” He whispered, “careful, my lady. Such words are awfully wanton for a lady of noble breeding..”
He didn’t even let you reply. He leaned down, closing the gap between the both of you. He kissed you hard, deep, needy. He wasn’t soft, he wasn’t careful. He just took, and took, and took. And to his surprise, you matched his need. He felt you kiss him back, your tongue, soft and wet, sliding against his. Your teeth dragging his lower lip down.
His hands wandered over your body, grabbing your waist, sliding up to grab your breasts, moving further up to tug on your hair and force you to tilt your head back so he could bite and kiss at your throat.
“Gods,” he moaned quietly, his hand grabbing your throat, forcing you to look at him. “You are maddening.”
You whined, a sound from deep in your throat, and he could feel the vibrations underneath his palm.
“If you do not stop now,” he breathed out, “I won’t have the patience to carry you upstairs. To my chambers-“
“I do not care,” you cut him off. He could take you right here in the gardens for all you cared. You just needed him inside, no matter what he decided to give you.
He let out a breathless laugh, a sound of pure disbelief at your wantonness.
“Then let us not waste another second,” he hissed, and within seconds, he had you down in the grass. You stared as he hitched your skirts up with rushed movements, exposing your stocking clad legs and the cotton undergarments you wore.
“Soaked,” he commented, which made your skin flush.
He pressed your legs wide open, a small whine escaping you when you felt the stretch.
He ignored you. He leaned in, pressing his mouth right against the wet fabric, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your clothed mound.
You jolted, a moan escaping you. Aemond’s eye flicked up at the sound, his pupil so dilated his eye seemed black. He moved to remove the fabric, leaving your cunt bare.
“Watch me,” he breathed, undoing his breeches and shoving them down just enough to free his hard cock, “look at me as I take what is mine, and only mine.”
He entered you after three teasing grinds against your clit, his length stretching you out. You let out a loud moan, your back arching off of the grass. The sound of your moan sent another jolt down his spine, making his cock impossibly harder.
“Gods, you are loud-” he said, “Do not forget where we are, sweet lady..“ he teased, the grin on his face making you want to pull his hair. Hard.
You just grabbed his hand that hadn’t left your throat, sliding two of his fingers between your lips to suck on. Aemond stared with wide eyes as your cheeks hollowed, the feeling of your tongue sliding against his digits making his head spin.
He never would’ve guessed you would be so… eager.
“You ruin me,” he said in a broken moan, picking up his thrusts again. He fucked into you, again and again, the sound of skin hitting skin and the sound of your wet cunt wrapped around his cock sounding awfully loud in the quiet night.
“Mmh-“ you moaned around his fingers, your legs wrapping around his waist. He was so deep, so thick. You felt like you were losing your mind. He slid his fingers out for a moment to grab your waist, which gave you the opportunity to speak.
“Next time,” you panted out, “it will be your cock between my lips-“
Aemond growled, a smirk forming on his lips at your words. “Is that a promise?” He said, looking utterly pleased. He pulled out, manhandling you roughly so you were on your hands and knees. He took a moment to watch you. A pretty, bratty princess on her hands and knees, skirts gathered at your waist, exposing your legs and core. His hands touched your warm skin, a soft hum escaping him.
“Next time..” he murmured. “Now that I do hope is a promise.”
He grabbed his cock, sliding the tip teasingly between your soaked folds. It was maddening, enough to make you whimper and arch your back even further. His hand touched the skin on your back, seeing goosebumps appear.
“Give me more-“ you whined, “just—I need more-“ your whimpers were cut off when he entered you in a single, hard thrust.
“As you wish,” he gritted out, his hands grabbing your hips tightly, groaning when he felt you bounce back against him. One of his hands slid up your back, between your shoulder blades, forcing you to arch deeper, pressing your face into the soft grass.
“There you go..” he purred, speeding up his thrusts. “Fuck, that’s it-“
All you could do was gasp and whimper into the grass, his cock stretching you to the limit as he pounded into you.
“Touch yourself, my lady,” he barely managed to pant out, and you had half a mind to reach down and rub at your clit. He felt you tighten up, a low rumble sounding from deep in his chest.
“Pretty girl… my perfect girl..”
“Aemond-“ you gasped, “oh—oh, Gods-!” Your movements on your clit were rushed and sloppy, but precise enough to push you that final bit over the edge. “Aemond-!”
The second you came, clenching around Aemond’s cock like a vice, he came as well. Thick, hot cum flooded inside of you, and he stayed deep inside until both of your orgasms had subsided. He pulled out shakily, watching as his cum dripped out of you, and he let out a shaky laugh. “You are…” he spoke softly, “such a brat.”
You only whined in response, your body utterly spent.
“I know, I know…” he said softly, grabbing his handkerchief and trying to clean you up as best as he could. He was careful, shushing you whenever you would whimper when he grazed a sensitive bit. “Did so good, darling,” he murmured, helping you upright. When he saw your face, flushed and covered with some dirt from where your cheek was pressed against the grass, he smiled. He wiped the dirt off, then kissed your cheek.
“Look at you…” he murmured, “a lady of the blood, covered in dirt from the gardens. You should be ashamed, my lady,” he teased, though there was no heat behind his words.
"But perhaps," he added, "I am the one who should be ashamed. For I find I have no desire to be anywhere else but here, at your feet."
You nuzzled into the hand that was now cupping your cheek. “I hate you…” you murmured, your eyes looking up into his. “Never ignore me again.”
He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
can you believe I actually PROOFREAD this I know its unheard of honestly;
Oh my God everything happened so quick and I'm here for it! (I also like how the reader is not from a specific house. That way someone could make up features of their own lol) aww his is actually kind of cute.... NOW MAKE HER IGNORE HIM (this is a joke please) 🐲
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aemond could feel the red hot pulse of anger deeply root itself inside of his bones. he was irritated. vexed. disgruntled at the thought of not having you by his side. this morning had been one of pure bliss, aemond finding no other peace than waking up with his beautiful wife tangled in the sheets beside him. he had plans to ravish you, make you come more times than you could count. yet a swirl of light silver hair came barging into your shared chambers, helaena and aegon’s little darling jaehaera begging for time to spend with her favourite aunt.
“how can i say no to such a beauty?” you had cooed, sitting up against the pillows and pulling jaehaera into your lap. aemond found himself frowning as you brushed at her cheeks, tickling her stomach until the little girl giggled with delight. he wanted to be the one getting attention from you. wanted to be the one who you caressed with such deep care and love in your touch.
you had left to go get dressed with the princess, leaving aemond alone and annoyed. he sat in bed for what felt like a millennium, scowling at the ceiling as he tried his best to not think of you on top of him, leaving delicate kisses on his skin and praising him in the way he loved. aemond would never admit to anyone that he was pathetic for his wife, but it was true, and he yearned for the time stolen away from him where he could have you exactly how he liked.
for the rest of the day, aemond tried his luck at getting you alone. he tried catching you when the two of you went to break your fast with his family, attempting to sit beside you and tease you a bit under the table. yet when he walked into the dining hall, both jaehaera and jaehaerys had book ended your seat, giggling along with you as you made smiley faces out of their meat and eggs.
after his training, he tried to find you in helaena’s chambers, for he knew that you liked spending your time with his sister to do your needlework and read. when he approached the heavy oak doors, a guard let aemond know that you had taken the twins on a walk through the godswood, leaving helaena to put her other child maelor down for a nap and have some much needed alone time.
it was then that tyland lannister found aemond in the hall, reminding him of the council meetings they had to attend to for the next couple of hours. feeling that simmering rage in his gut almost boil over, aemond stalked through the halls towards the council room, not even focusing on tyland’s quick steps behind him as he tried to catch up with the princes quick strides.
all aemond targaryen wanted was to be buried in between his wives thighs, lapping at her cunt until he couldn’t breathe. yet it seemed that the gods — or better yet his niece and nephew, had other plans, and aemond was starting to become restless.
even as aemond sat in the council room, his ire growing stronger as useless lords gave their two cents to his even more useless brother, he felt a need to be with you, to laugh in the face of the gods as he finally got you to himself. it was torturous and evil, and aemond could feel the very thin line of restraint in his chest ready to snap.
when aegon called for the meeting to be over, aemond had never stood up faster. he didn’t look twice at any of the lords or his vapid brother as he stalked out of the room, strides quick as he made his way back to his and yours shared chamber.
daylight was breaking out into dawn, the bright blues of the sky melting into pinks and oranges. he wished you to be in the chamber. wished you to be getting undressed and wished you to be ready for his affections. he begged and yearned for you all day, and if you weren’t there for him at the winding end of the road, he would surely loose his mind.
the hinges of the chamber doors let out a crackling moan as aemond pushes them open, your head turning away from the mirror you stand in front of, brush in hand and nightgown smoothed down on your frame as you get ready for nighttime. aemond nearly sighs out of relief when he sees your smiling face, all the anger and anxiety leaving his body as you softly place the hair brush on a table, looking at your husband with curious eyes.
“my love?” you question, seeing the anxiety radiating off of his body. “is everything alright-“
everything moves quicker than you imagined, for aemond strides across the room so languidly, you barley see him leave his post in the door frame and get to his spot standing before you. dropping to his knees in a pathetic fashion, aemond wraps his arms around your waist greedily, burying his face into your sternum as he breathes in your intoxicating scent. the smell of your freshly washed linens and the lavender emanating off of your skin is like a shot of dopamine towards aemond’s chest, leaving him pliant in your hold.
“i need you.” the words come out of aemond in a whine, and you find yourself raising your eyebrows with a slight smirk at his begging behaviour. “gods, i need you so bad. all day, i have yearned for you. all day, i have prayed to the gods that you would find me, so i may be able to feast upon your cunt and get me out of my misery.”
a coo leaves your lips at aemond’s words, similar to the one you gave jaehaera this morning. pressing your palms against the side of his head, you stroke aemond’s hair behind his ears, twirling some of the strands in between your fingers as he starts leaving kisses upon your clothed stomach.
“is that what you want?” you ask, a soft lilt to your voice that leaves aemond weak in the knees. “does my boy need attention? a cunt to feast on to forget his troubles?”
aemond could only nod against your stomach, his hands bunching up the fabric of your shift towards your waist. he was making his way to your centre. making his way to the place he’s been begging for all day.
you allowed him to get what he wanted, soaking in your own pleasure has aemond feasted upon your cunt. it was euphoric and blinding, leaving you a squirming mess at the knees, one who needed her husband to carry her to bed so he could fuck her senseless.
He doesn't ask, he never asks. That's not who Aerion is. The first time it happens, you're in the middle of an argument, something about his recklessness, about his arrogance, about the way you worry yourself sick every time he disappears into the dragonpit for hours.
He's smirking at you, malevolently, and you're so angry at him, so frustrated!
And then he's got you pinned against the stone wall, one hand tangled in your hair, and his teeth are sinking into the junction of your neck and shoulder.
When he pulls back, there's something feral in his Valyrian eyes. "You talk too much” he murmurs, thumb tracing the fresh mark. "Much better this way, isn't it?"
The marks. Oh the marks.
Marks you can't hide. Marks that scandalously announce to everyone in the Red Keep exactly who you belong to.
He has a system:
Neck: for when you're being disobedient. Don’t dare disobey your husband!
Collarbone: for when you're being good. These are gentler, almost reverent. He'll press kisses along your skin and then bite, just enough to make you gasp. He likes the way the marks peek out from your dresses, likes knowing they're there even when no one else can see them.
Inner thighs: for when he's feeling particularly possessive. These are the ones he saves for your most intimate moments, the ones that make you arch off the bed and cry out. He'll spend hours there, biting and soothing with his tongue, until you're trembling and incoherent.
Wrists: for when he wants to be reminded of you during the day. He'll catch your hand, turn it over, and press sharp kisses to the sensitive skin there. You'll feel the marks for days, every time you move.
Shoulder: for when you're facing away from him. He loves these best, the way you gasp when you don't expect it, the way you shiver when you feel his breath hot on your back.
But don’t blame him, he can't help himself! Not when you look so pretty all ruined and marked for him <3
He’s such a teasing bastard too. During council meetings, he'll lean over to whisper something in your ear, and then nip at your earlobe. You have to hide your blush behind your hand while Lords drones on about grain taxes.
In the throne room, when you're standing at his side as his lady, he'll catch your hand and press his mouth to your knuckles, teeth scraping slightly. The courtiers exchange glances. Aerion doesn't care.
He likes to do it when you're distracted. That prat…when you're reading, when you're writing letters, when you're gazing out a window. He'll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and bite. Predatory. He likes to see you as his prey. Damn that dragon blood.
When you're annoyed, you try to push him away, but he just laughs and holds you tighter. "You love it” he accuses, and you can't deny it because your heart is racing and your skin is burning where he marked you. Also, you just ruined your undergarments. Clean up aisle!
Also, when you're embarrassed: He'll find the worst possible moments, in front of his brothers, in front of the maester, in front of anyone, and mark you where they can all see. "Let them look” girl they are looking. And they’re calling a trusted adult.
There’s two sides:
Sometimes, after a nightmare or a hard day, you seek him out. He knows without being asked. He gathers you in his arms, holds you close, and presses soft, gentle bites to your forehead, your temple, the corner of your mouth. Soothing bites. Reminding you that you're safe.
Also sometimes, when you argue, when you fight, when you push back, that's when the fire in his eyes catches. Scary as fuck. He'll back you into a corner, grip your jaw, and mark you deeply, bruising. "You're so beautiful when you fight me” he'll whisper. "But you'll always yield."
He gets jealous of the marks fading. When a bruise starts to yellow, he'll re-bite the spot, fresh and new. It becomes a cycle you're never without a mark from him.
By the way, he thinks of himself as a dragon when he does it. "Dragons mark their hoards." Gods help you.
When you try to hide them, you learn quickly that you can't. He'll find you, peel away the high collar or the scarf, and let it roam freely.
On rare occasions, he bites too hard. Breaks skin. He's immediately apologetic, don’t let those puppy eyes fool you like they fool poor Maekar! He'll clean the wound himself, gentle and careful, and press soft kisses around it. "I'll be gentler” Lying Aerion said. You don't want him to be gentler anyway.
Bonus: His favorite thing is to mark you while you're asleep, just barely aware. You'll feel his teeth on your shoulder, your hip, your breast, and you'll let out a sleepy sound, and he'll laugh softly, and mark you again.
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