#modern!aegon targaryen

[targaryen-dynasty]

WILDEST DREAMS.

Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x pregnant!Reader

Neither of you would have thought you‘d ever end up like this — dating for hardly a year and you pregnant with Aegon‘s child. Yet he still has another surprise up his sleeve.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; p in v, pregnant sex, pregnancy, lactation kink, semi public sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink

WORDS: 3.5 K

NOTES: Thanks to @lovelykhaleesiii for this amazing request! This can be read as part of the Mine and Mine only universe. 🤭

White Harbor has never looked more peaceful than it does at this moment. 

Just two days ago, the sky above the harbor was lit up by fireworks with thousands of people watching, and now the only lights you can see are the ones on the docked boats, and the street lights and buildings surrounding the harbor. 

Instead of a formal dinner with his friends, just like he has celebrated every year, Aegon has chosen to invite his younger siblings and their respective families to White Harbor to celebrate the New Year, renting a penthouse overlooking the impressive harbor. It was meant to be a trip no longer than three days, however, all parties involved have quickly decided that it would be better to extend the trip by a few more.

You and Aegon have been dating for hardly a year, meeting by chance in the very same spot you sit in right now, and, after you have found out that you both live in King’s Landing, decided to enter a situationship because you enjoyed each other’s company but weren’t looking for something serious. 

Until he got you pregnant by accident. 

After you both agreed to keep the child, you could swear you had spotted a few tears brimming in his eyes as you handed him the positive pregnancy test, you could observe from day to day how he became more and more absorbed in the father’s role. 

You’re seven months pregnant by now, and, except for the ridiculous amount of milk your body already provides for the child, you have little to no symptoms. The child has been moving quite a bit ever since you’ve hit the six month mark, but you have gotten used to it by now. 

Aegon’s arm is draped over the back of your chair with his fingers drawing mindless patterns along your upper arm, and you two bask in each other’s company and the silence surrounding you. You’re nursing your second glass of non-alcoholic wine, one hand resting on the swell of your bump and feeling the kicks of your child. 

While your eyes are fixed on the tv in the adjoining living room, the Disney movie still running that was meant to keep Helaena’s children occupied during dinner, Aegon has his eyes solely locked on you, watching you gently caress your protruding bump. 

He places his hand over yours, the sudden warmth prompting you to meet his loving gaze. 

You lean into his embrace, and he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, before you nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his all too familiar, comforting scent. 

“You know they won’t come back, right?” you ask, voice slightly muffled because of the position of your face. 

Aemond and his wife left two hours ago to feed their little boy and bring him to bed, and have not returned ever since to do God-knows-what. Helaena and Cregan were a bit more persistent with both their children occupied by the television, before they eventually departed to bring them to bed, too. 

That left Aegon and you all by yourself without the hurry to get to bed. 

He chuckles at your words. “I figured as much,” he says, pinching your chin to bring your lips up to his. “We have this evening all to ourselves now.”

Knowing exactly what he is hinting at, your eyes take over a half-lidded gaze almost immediately, your hormones having you feel positively bubbly.

“And I suppose there are plenty of ways we can entertain ourselves in the meantime,” you purr against his lips, pecking them once. He has parted his lips when you pull back, clearly having anticipated you to deepen the kiss and not pull away after just one chaste peck. 

A growl rumbles in his chest as he’s figured out your teasing, and his voice is husky when he speaks again, “are there now?”

His eyes spark with the joy of mischief at his own words, sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

Aegon’s hand drops lower onto your hip, drawing you closer to him to the point you have to get up to straddle his lap. Just at the sight of the pregnant you climbing him, he could feel his crotch growing tighter, much more at the realization that it was his seed doing this to you.  

The skirt of your dress rides up your thighs as you make yourself comfortable to accommodate the space your bump creates. The fabric rucks up just below your belly, and your bare skin is too inviting for your boyfriend not to rub his hands up and down the outsides of your thighs. 

You rest your hands on his shoulders, and lean in to connect your lips with his. Aegon meets the kiss with passion, his arms snaking around your frame to pull you closer. Your lips press together with urgency, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. 

You run your fingers through his short, silver curls and hold him tight to you as the kiss deepens. You’re both eager to get as close as possible to each other, and you feel the evidence of your proximity and his desire pressing against your clothed and swollen pussy. 

Aegon draws back slightly, and you chase his lips for another kiss. It was passionate but short-lived with him lowering his head to kiss your jaw. 

He caresses the swell of your belly as he trails his lips to your neck, shoulder and then your collarbone. You whimper and whine at the heat on your skin that follows his lips, tilting your head to the side to grant him even more access. 

Teasingly slow, he hooks his index finger beneath the strap of your dress and drags it down your shoulder, completely unphased as he starts to nibble your skin. He proceeds to do the same with the other strap, letting them dangle in the cooks of your elbows with your arms bent.

He brushes his hand over the side of your bump up to your heavy breast, cupping it through the fabric. “You haven’t worn a bra all day long,” he rasps against your collar bone, looking up at you with dark blown eyes. “Such a little minx. Bet you didn’t even think about how badly I would have to hold myself back, huh?”

The touch to your breast sends a tremble through your body, and you arch your back into it. Biting your lip as you look down at him, you whisper teasingly, though there is a hint of glee audible in your words, “not one second.”

His piercing blue eyes widen for a moment, the true meaning behind your words slowly settling. When he squeezes your breast, you tug on his hair in return, causing him to groan, and with his head already tilted up, he presses his lips to your jaw. 

“You’re a very, very naughty girl… mommy.” His voice is hoarse when he speaks, and his words make your body hum with desire. 

You lick your lips, and bow your head to meet his, kissing him deeply. You start to grind over his clothed cock, eliciting sharp and heavy breaths from him and quiet whines from yourself whenever your lips parted for air. 

Resting your forehead against his, you rub your hands over his shoulders, squeezing them. “Mommy can be very naughty,” you say, pecking his lips once. “If she gets what she wants…”

“And what does she want?” The grin he has on his lips is perfectly audible, you don’t even have to see it. He knows all too well what you’re going to say, he just wants to hear it.

“You, daddy.”

You can tell he’s taken by surprise at the nickname, since you’ve never used it with him before, his eyes widen as he pulls back to regard you. But nevertheless, a low groan leaves his lips. 

Having always been insatiable and hungry for each other, it’s no surprise which direction it all takes when Aegon cups your ass and lifts you up to carefully sit you down on the table, standing between your parted legs. You bury your fingers in the hairs on the back of his neck again, and watch him carefully.

“Say that again.”

With a cheeky grin on your lips, your eyes visibly trail from his to his lips and then down to his crotch, the bulge perfectly visible. “Daddy,” you reply to the command, innocently batting your eyelashes at him. 

Aegon groans again, and when his hands tug on the front of your dress, you shimmy out of the straps to allow him to free your full breasts. It’s impossible for him to tear his eyes off of them, watching mesmerized how your nipples harden as the chill air hits them. 

You don’t even have to say anything for him to lean in and wrap his lips around one bud, skipping the teasing to suck on it immediately, swallowing your milk like a man starved. The stimulation and relief it brings has your back arching once again, all but shoving your breasts against his lips and into his hand. 

He’s pinching your other nipple between his fingers, coaxing drops of your milk to dribble down the curve of your breast while his lips greedily lap at your other. 

“Fuck,” you mewl, scratching your fingers over his scalp in a comforting manner. 

Aegon’s spurred on by the way your body writhes beneath his touch and your legs clamp around his hips, locking him in and prompting him to rut his hard cock against your clothed pussy. 

But as much as you yearn for the relief his lips bring you, the aching between your legs is too much and needs to be soothed by him. 

“I need you, Aeg,” you whine, grinding yourself against his hard-on. 

A deep groan rumbles in his chest at your words, stoking the already blazing need you have for each other. To your surprise, he pulls back from your breast with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your hard bud and his swollen lips. 

They are curled into a smug smirk, the expression that so often blesses his chiseled features. “What was that?” 

You sigh, biting your bottom lip to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. You know what he wants to hear. “I need you… daddy.”

Like a man possessed, Aegon pushes the skirt of your dress up and reveals your cotton panties. You haven’t worn thongs in ages, and he’s used to them by now, though it took him some while. 

Noticing the damp spot in the center of them, Aegon scoffs. “God, fuck, how I‘ve missed you,“ he husks, his eyes solely focused on the outlines of your swollen folds against the cotton. He‘s not talking to you, obviously. “So eager to be filled by me, baby, mh?”

He fists the fabric between his fingers and just rips it apart as if it‘s nothing, briefly meeting your pouting gaze. “I’ll buy you prettier ones,” he replies. 

His hands curl around your thighs to pull you closer towards the edge of the table, and you lean back and prop yourself on your hands, watching almost eagerly as he undoes the zipper of his pants and pulls out his cock. The tip is covered in an angry red, beads of pre cum glistening at the slit, looking all too painful and begging for relief. 

Fisting the base of his cock, he drags it through your swollen folds, soaking it in your arousal before he presses the tip against your entrance, meeting resistance. You brace yourself for the delicious stretch, and release a shuddered breath when he finally breeches your hole. 

Aegon doesn’t know where to look and touch you. Every inch of your body looks far too inviting, and he’s sure he could cum just knowing that he’s the one responsible for the swelling of your body. The half lidded gaze you flash at him doesn’t help either, driving him mad. 

A husky groan slips past his lips as your walls squeeze him ever so tightly, throbbing and twitching as you choke him like a vice. “Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I’m not gonna last long,” he rasps. 

One hand comes up to grope at your breast, while the other rests on the swell of your bump, splaying over it. 

As he pulls his hips back, you wrap your legs around them in a fruitless effort to force him back into you, but he is stronger and merely keeps the tip of his cock inside of you. 

“So eager to have me inside of you?” he teases, and your reply dies on your tongue as he thrusts sharply back into you. 

There’s a suppressed urgency in the way Aegon snaps his hips into yours so quickly and harshly, repeatedly bullying the sweet spot inside of you that makes you putty in his hands. The vigorous pace of his pounding leaves you scrambling for support, and you opt to prop yourself up on your elbows instead of your hands to steady yourself. 

Your head tilts back, and your mouth falls open, but you quickly clamp it shut to stop any wanton moans to fall from your lips. You can’t risk being too loud, as you don’t want anyone in the bedrooms far down the hallway to hear what you’re up to. 

The pleasure envelops you, and when you look at him, you spot him biting his bottom lip harshly, clearly struggling with staying quiet just as much as you do. What seems to distract him at least a bit is the way your breasts jiggle each time his hips meet yours, sending tremors through your body. 

Toe curling pleasure overtakes your body, and you can’t help but fondle the breast that isn’t groped by him, teasing your nipple to the point beads of your milk dribbled out of it again. The sight has him groan out, a tad too loud for the both of you.  

“So fucking pretty carrying my child,” Aegon grunts, the praise making your pussy throb with pleasure and your head fuzzy. He gathers some of your milk on the pad of his thumb, bringing it up to his lips to suck his digit clean. “Pussy or tit – you just taste divine.”

The obscenity of his words coax a renewed wave of your arousal to ooze out of your cunt, soaking his throbbing cock and the table below. You don’t want it to end just yet, but with the knot in your belly tightening, there’s no way to escape. 

Your heels dig into Aegon’s ass cheeks to slightly decelerate the pace of his thrusts and force him to go even deeper, intensifying the sensations you feel. 

“Fuck… please,” you whimper with your face contored in pleasure. 

Aegon wrinkles his nose, looking at you from under the strands of hair that have fallen into his face. “Need something, mommy?”

Your hips roll against his as best as they can, the swollen belly not making it easy, and your mouth falls open again with breathy whimpers leaving it. “I-I’m close,” you mewl, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Wanna cum, daddy… please.”

You spot the hint of a smile dancing over his features, before he peels your hand off of your breast to bring it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. 

His other hand has found its way down to your pussy, skilled fingers dragging over your bundle in the rhythm they have long internalized. He knows you like clockwork, knows what gets you going and what makes you take just a little longer. 

“Cum for me,” he pants against the back of your hand, not once breaking eye contact with you. 

You collapse on the tabletop, the coldness of the wood hitting your flushed skin sending a shiver up your spine that goes so devilishly well with the fire that suddenly courses through your veins. 

Just in time with your orgasm washing over you, Aegon places his hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moans and whines, knowing damn well that even though he can hold himself back, the same doesn’t apply to you. 

You squeeze his cock so tightly as you fall apart beneath him, your back inevitably arching off of the table. 

“That’s it, mommy,” he coos while he fucks you through the orgasm, the toe-curling pleasure overtaking your every being. He watches in awe as your face contorts in pleasure, taking pride in it since it’s him that’s responsible for it. 

Only as he feels your body relax and your breathing turn more shallow than heavy does he bring his hand back down to your breast, the aftershocks of your high clearly subsiding. 

Aegon keeps on going despite the overstimulation taking its toll on your body now, clearly racing for his own completion. His other hand shows mercy on your sensitive clit and instead pays attention to your hip, fingers digging into your flesh. 

“Taking me so well, fuck, just a little longer,” he rambles, his head bowing forward to watch where he‘s repeatedly disappearing inside of your tightness. 

Your head lulls back again, and your walls flutter and clench from the overstimulation, in dire need to take his seed and bring it to an end. Both your hands fly to the edge of the table for leverage, while his hands grope every inch of your body they could grasp. 

Being overstimulated by him isn’t new to you, yet the moment the discomfort melts into plain pleasure always mesmerizes you. 

Your body feels as if it’s on fire with the knot in your belly tightening for a second time, the high approaching faster and harder than before. 

“Would’ve fucked a child in you if you weren’t pregnant already,” Aegon mumbles, and you can hear the strain in his voice, seemingly having troubles staying quiet. 

You whine in return, and it must have been the way your walls choke him for a second time, but Aegon brings his hand between your bodies again, pressing his thumb to your sensitive clit. 

“Cum with me,” you all but whine, eager to have his seed paint your walls. “Fill me up, daddy, pleasepleaseplease.”

The interplay of his cock bullying your sweet spot and his thumb dragging over your clit has you toppling over the edge once again, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to silence yourself. 

But even if you wanted to moan, you couldn’t, not with the white, hot pleasure coursing through your veins. 

Your lips part with no sounds leaving them, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

It’s not long after that Aegon comes undone, announcing his own orgasm with a stutter of his hips and a hoarse “Fuck, I–” escaping his throat. 

Your clenching walls are milking him for all he got, making sure every drop of his cum is accommodated and doesn’t go to waste. 

Two more thrusts are given to your fluttering pussy before Aegon stills his hips, collapsing forwards with his hands braced right next to the swell of your bump. 

He’s towering over you, a lazy smirk on his lips as he meets your gaze, and beads of sweat cling to his flushed skin. 

You rub your bump in circles as you look up at him, calming yourself as you regain your breathing. 

And you want to speak, but Aegon beats you to it.

“Marry me.”

A gasp escapes you as you process the words, and your belly immediately churns with arousal and desire. 

As his words ring in your ears, you lick your lips and gaze up at him lovingly, though something mischievous glints in your eyes. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

His face softens, but his lips curl into a smirk. “I was waiting for the right time, but I didn’t know whether it would come at all.”

You giggle at his words, and also roll your eyes, as it was typical Aegon. But even if the moment isn’t perfect, your heart still beats rapidly, having a hard time to handle the overwhelming emotions his proposal causes you. 

“But there’s still going to be a real proposal, right? With a ring and all that?” you tease playfully. 

Aegon chuckles and helps you sit upright again, cupping your belly with both hands. “Of course, you’ll get a beautiful ring and everything else that comes with it. You really think I’d half-ass something like this? You deserve the most extravagant proposal.”

You sigh, savoring the feeling of his hands on your body, his softening cock still inside of you and the weight of his words. 

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

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[dragonbarbie]

𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?

modern!aegon ii targaryen x reader

rating: 18+, minors dni

summary: reader thinks aegon can never be more than a one night stand, and aegon is intent on getting her to give him a chance.

word count: 2.5k

tags: modern!au, smut, drunk!aegon having sex with sober!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, tity sucking, pussy eating, p in v sex, unprotected sex

note: i very much write fanon!aegon, not the canon, show!version.

sidenote: is this lowkey inspired by my irl situationship who wont quit calling me every time he gets drunk?? maybe

it was a regular friday night for aegon. his frat was throwing a big party, and he had organised everything down to the last detail. he had a reputation to maintain after all, known affectionately as the king of parties of dragonstone university. he had already drunk his own weight in alcohol, flirted (and then proceeded to get handsy) with a couple of girls but he’d been too distracted to follow through with any of them.

his mind instead wandered back to a couple of weeks ago, at another party, where he’d met y/n. she’d been chatting to cregan stark, wearing a little black dress that hugged her in the best way imaginable. he knew, looking at her enchanting laugh at stark’s dumb joke, he had to have her. putting on his most charming smile, he’d approached her.

she’d been wary of him because of his reputation around campus (who wouldn’t be) but after a few disarming jokes as his fingertips grazed the side of her thighs, he’d managed to convince her to give him a chance.

drunken steps were then taken back to her dorm room, and they’d had what aegon could only call amazing sex.

now hold on, you have to believe him when he says amazing, alright? he’d slept with too many women to count, after a while the nights blended to the point that he couldn’t much differentiate between what having sex with each of them had felt like. so, when one such night stood out for him? it meant it had met a very high bar indeed. after all, he thought, he didn’t go around spending the night at every girl’s place.

he'd thus expected a little warmer treatment come morning and was rudely shocked at her attempting to throw him out. still, wearing his jeans in such a hurry that its button and fly was undone, unlaced shoes, bare-chested as he held his rumpled shirt in his hand, he’d had the audacity to offer her a lazy grin and promise “i’ll call you.”

“please” she’d snorted with an amused look, “everyone knows aegon targaryen is not the type to call.” taking no note of his offended expression, she’d shut the door in his face.

he’d been wondering about those words ever since. sure, she hadn’t been wrong but, hey, he’d meant the lie this time! with tits that great, ass that perfect, why wouldn’t he want a repeat of last night? he’d thought to himself.

determined to prove her wrong, he’d asked around the frat house and found out her number. but as his hand had hovered over the call button, something had stopped him. she’d caught him spot on, he realised. he wasn’t a relationship guy, and she wasn’t expecting the relationship-thing with him. perhaps it was best he left her alone.

he’d done just that, at least while sober. drunk aegon on the other hand, found it much easier to pick up the phone and dial her number.

“who is this?” there was panic and sleep in her voice, having picked up an unknown number at 2 in the morning “sweetheart! you picked up” he’d grinned, words slurring. he could practically hear the eyeroll on the other end. “aegon… to what do i owe the pleasure?” “i was just missing you.” he sighed. “sure.” nothing in her voice indicated that she believed him.

“i’m actually not far from your dorm. how about i come up with a bottle of tequila and we can… catch up?” he suggestively added. “it’s 2:14 am…. on a tuesday.” she pointed out, but her words didn’t seem to mean much to him as he replied, “so?” an exasperated sigh could be heard over the phone, “good night, aegon.” click. he stared down on the iphone in his hand in disbelief, she’d hung up on him.

he decided maybe he’d come out too strong, so the next time he texted first. he’d stared at the text for a couple of minutes, and when he saw that she was online but hadn’t bothered to text him back, he’d walked over to the nearest girl and proceeded to make out with her in the bathroom. until he was interrupted with a buzzing in his pocket, “just a minute” he’d mumbled against her lips, unbothered by her disappointed expression as he fished for the phone in his pocket hurriedly.

he saw that y/n had finally replied to his ‘u up?’ with a ‘depends.’ his brow furrowed at her response in confusion, he typed back ‘on what’.

the notification arrived with a ping. her response read ‘are u drunk?’. something told him instinctively to lie. he typed out a no, but once the message sent, he realised it had autocorrected to ‘yo’. he corrected it to a no and sent again, only to find the same mistake committed again. it was only after a string of typos had been sent, did he blink and realise autocorrect wasn’t to blame at all, his damn fingers just refused to cooperate with his inebriated brain.

ping. after receiving the string of nonsense, she finally replied ‘i got my answer.’ “aegon?” the girl in front of him looked at him impatiently, only to have him grab the handle of the bathroom door, leaving with a quick “gotta go”. he immediately called up y/n as he walked out of the party, but the call went straight to voicemail. all four times.

thus, every night aegon had gotten drunk since, he found himself being distracted by thoughts of y/n, frustrated at her refusing to engage with him.

that night too, once the clock on the wall started to look to him as if it were melting off and his feet seemed to stumble wherever he walked, his brain suddenly thought showing up to her dorm was the best idea ever.

reaching her door, he ran a hand through his hair before knocking. no response. impatient, he loudly whined “y/n! c’mon, open up!” met with more silence. he whipped his phone out, blinking at the bright screen as he concentrated to make sure it was without typos, he sent her a text, ‘m 0utsidee’. he pounded with his fist on the door one more time, before a door opened, but not the one he was standing in front of.

three doors down, y/n stood against her doorframe in her small black shorts, red tank top riding up slightly to reveal skin just above them. “wrong fucking door, idiot.” aegon grinned as he walked towards her. “you’re lucky baela’s out of town for the weekend, otherwise she would have kicked your ass for banging on her door like that.”

ignoring her, he pouted as he leaned his head against her door frame, looking too much like a wounded puppy. y/n felt a tug at her stomach at how undeniably cute he looked. “why don’t you ever pick up my calls?”

“why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she asked instead of answering. “what?” he mumbled, confused. “high….why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she slowly repeated, as if talking to a two-year-old. “i’m not interested in someone who needs to be drunk to call me. i don’t want to be your booty call.” she shrugged. his lower lip jutted out further at her response, crease appearing between his brow. oh, gods, y/n found herself thinking, how could someone manage to look this pathetic and this cute at the same time.

“you’re not a booty call.” he groaned in protest. after all, there were enough girls at that party willingly throwing themselves at him, he could have been with anyone, and yet… it was her door his drunken steps had taken the path of.

“go home, aegon. it was a one-time thing. it’s not happening again.” she insisted. her words seemed to have no effect on him, as he placed a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. he bent down to her ear and whispered, his words slurring, “let me show you all the reasons that this should be more than just a ‘one-time-thing’.”

he pressed his lips to hers, softly at first. she didn’t immediately kiss him back, but the feeling of his lips on hers felt more intoxicating than whatever it was that she could smell off his breath, and she found her lips moving against his within seconds. he bit her lower lip playfully, at her response. she parted her lips to allow him to slide his tongue past them. his hand, meanwhile, slid under the material of her tank and travelled upwards, thumb pressing against her nipple as he squeezed her breast. breaking from the kiss for a second, he smirked at her, “didn’t bother wearing a bra to greet me?”. “i was preparing for bed!” she hissed in response. “excuses” he shook his head at her, teasing.

with his hand he lifted her tank to reveal her bare breasts. “aegon!” she attempted to keep her voice low, lest her neighbours wake up to the scene, “we’re in the middle of the hallway, anyone can walk in!” the idea of someone catching them only made it all the more exciting for aegon, “relax.” he told her with a laidback smile.

before she could protest, his head dipped and he captured her nipple in his mouth. a moan escaped her lips at the feeling, and she stumbled back, her back hitting her doorframe. aegon continued his tongue’s assault on her sensitive nipple, one hand gripping her waist to keep her in place, the other reaching behind her to squeeze her ass. her hand held the nape of his neck, as her head was thrown back in pleasure at his actions. she whined when he abruptly stopped.

he kneeled down and his fingers reached up, pulling her shorts and panties down her legs, causing a shiver to go up her spine. chewing on her lower lip in nervousness she weakly said, “we should go inside” but she couldn’t deny that the thought of getting caught made her even more wet. there was a hint of recklessness and danger in his eyes, “where’s your sense of adventure?”. he threw the clothes inside her ajar door, then lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. she audibly gasped as she felt his tongue upon her already soaking pussy.

“aegon…ah!” her hand gripped his hair as his tongue played tricks on her core, her eyes rolling back till she could see stars. his grip on her thigh remained firm, and she was certain she would be waking up with a bruise. “close… so…close…” she had begun to say after a few minutes, feeling her muscles tense, when he stopped.

he stood up and started to undo his pants, freeing his length. he grabbed her by the waist, letting the tip of his cock tease her folds. she was already moaning for him, “want me to take you right here? make you scream my name, till your neighbours come checking?” she swallowed at the thought, lust overtaking her eyes.

“let’s do one thing.” he smiled as if he’d struck upon the most perfect idea, but the gleam in his eyes told y/n it couldn’t be anything good. he turned her around by her waist, hand coming to her front to rub her clit as he whispered in her ear, “you see that door?”. she knew he could only mean the door to the elevator which was the way to enter her dormitory floor. she managed a nod in response, unable to form words as his fingers pressed down on her so ruthlessly. “keep looking at it.” he commanded as he grabbed her hips back to push his cock inside her. “aegon!” she gasped at the feeling.

he entered her completely in one go, pulling out punishingly slow before pushing back in. he continued speaking as he impaled her, “someone’s gonna walk in any moment now…” he teased, “…and see you in this mess… see you bent over, taking me from behind…like a whore” the thought embarrassed her, yes, but what embarrassed her more was that she found herself almost wanting it to come true.

“even when they walk in, i won’t stop.” he threatned, his thrusts becoming faster. “you’ll be on display for everyone to see… to see how well you take my cock.”  he gathered her hair in his fist in one hand, and she felt him pulling it lightly. “yes, oh, yes!” she found herself moaning, eyes intently trained on the door. “you’d like that? of course, you would, little slut.” she only whimpered in response, his words bringing her closer and closer to her edge. “you’d love to have everyone see just how well you receive a ‘booty call’” he chuckled. she could feel herself going weak at the knees at his pace and dirty talk.

“aegon… i—ah!” pleasure spread over every inch of her body, as she came all over his cock. he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own orgasm, until he emptied inside of her with a grunt.

her legs felt wobbly as he pulled out of her, turning her back around to face him. “next time i call—” he panted as he spoke, exerted from their activities, “—pick up.” she smirked, in contrast to his dominating actions mere moments ago, his words now sounded more like a pleading request; one she felt gracious enough to grant him as his juice and her own dripped down her legs. “i will. promise.”

his pearly white teeth showed as he grinned at her response, pleased. “oh, but i’m not nearly done with you for the night, just yet.” he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he shut the door behind them as he walked back inside her dorm.

the next morning, she didn’t kick him out like the last time. she let him linger around her bed, aegon placing a trail of kisses down her body as a manner of greeting her good morning. he was needy and showed it by being as tactile with her as could be. yet she felt comfortable with his touches, allowing herself to lie with him for hours, their legs tangled. even as she bid him goodbye from her door, she had to practically tear her lips off his, neither able to get enough of the other.

she felt content as she’d shut her door behind her, leaning against it as she thought back to the night that had passed, when her phone started to ring. she picked it and smiled as she saw the name being displayed, ‘aegon (don’t pick up)’.

 “see i am the type who calls. a lot” she laughed at his words through the phone, able to hear him standing right outside the door. “and also the type who does breakfast. what do you say, brunch in an hour?”

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Surrender

(Modern AU) Aegon II Targaryen x Female!Reader x Aemond Targaryen - Part 2 (read Part 1 Here) Summary: Having spent the week at the Targaryen's countryside estate, you find yourself pulled into an unexpected tryst when Aemond confronts you about your mixed signals. Words: 5K

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content 18+, Smut, Language, Alcohol, Threesome, Lots of Sexual Shenanigans A/N: As requested by popular demand, here is Part 2! I think this was the most fun I've ever had when writing a fic. (And please, for the banner, let's pretend Ewan has one eye for Aemond's sake 😅) I hope you all enjoy! 🔥

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Various forms of tension now fill the house and you can’t help but feel responsible. There is a magnetic attraction that lingers in the air between you and Aegon, but your playful text to Aemond had clearly not been well-received; he had never bothered responding and was now resolutely ignoring you. In return, you mirrored his behavior, determined not to let it affect you.

On Sunday morning, Helaena approaches you with an enticing offer: to extend your stay for the entire week. With your laptop in tow, the prospect of working remotely from their opulent estate is exciting, especially since it means you can continue spending time with Aegon.

Luckily, neither Helaena nor Daeron knows about your hookup with him. For the rest of the week, he visits your bed each night and it is the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. He’s a generous lover, prioritizing your pleasure before his own and his attentiveness afterwards is always exceptional, although he never spends the full night with you. Mindful of Aemond’s text message, you try to tone down your lusty moans of rapture, but you still feel like he knows what’s going on regardless.

On the last full day before you are set to return to the city, you and Aegon make plans to go for another trail ride. However, after lunch he starts to complain of a stomach ache leading Aemond to step in and offer to take you riding instead. This unexpected turn of events leaves you feeling momentarily stunned, given Aemond has been doing a very good job pretending you didn’t exist up until that moment. Despite your reservations, you agree to Aemond's proposal, still feeling a little wary of his sudden change of heart. 

“You can ride on Sunfyre this time,” Aegon groans from the couch, referring to his grey gelding, as you and Aemond head out the door. 

At first you are unsure of what to expect, but soon find yourself embarking on another memorable riding adventure, only this time with Aemond. It quickly becomes apparent that he shares your love for horses and the great outdoors, if not even more passionately than his brother. You make a bit of small talk as you ride, but most of the time, the gentle plodding of your horses’ hooves and the swish of their tails are the only things that can be heard.

The day was hot and humid, though cooler in the shade of the woods along the trail. A few miles into your ride, you come across a babbling stream with crystal water and decide to stop to let the horses rest and take a much needed drink. 

“Thank you for letting me ride Vhagar this week,” you say sincerely, taking a refreshing gulp of water from your canteen, “She’s a good horse.” Aemond offers a small smile, affectionately patting his mare on the neck. 

“No problem,” he replies casually, “She seems to like you and, to be honest, she doesn’t warm up to most people. Typically bucks them off within a few minutes,” he glances up to gauge your reaction. “I figured that’s why Aegon had you take her out, so he could laugh when you fell off,” he adds nonchalantly as if he didn’t just throw Aegon under the bus. 

Your expression falters briefly, causing you to second guess your perception of Aegon if what Aemond is saying is true but you quickly regain your composure.

“Fortunately, that didn’t happen,” you manage to say as Sunfyre starts to paw, splashing water everywhere and soaking your boots. You urge him from the stream before he decides to roll in the cool water and Aemond follows on Vhagar; you swear you think you see a small, smug smile tug on the corners of his lips. 

As you head back home, the mood seems to lighten and you finally feel like you have a small breakthrough with Aemond. Unlike his brother, Aemond’s nature is more naturally reserved, but you are growing to appreciate his calm demeanor in contrast to Aegon's chaotic behavior. He isn’t as quick to laugh or make jokes either, but you manage to coax him into opening up by asking about his interests, particularly books. He eagerly shares insights into the history of the Targaryen family and their estate, keeping the conversation lively until you reach the barn.

You hand Sunfyre off to the attending groom once more, feeling hot and sticky from your ride, eager to get back to the house to take a cool shower. Aemond falls into step beside you. 

“So you and Hel are headed back to the city tomorrow?” Aemond inquires casually.

“Yeah we are, have to get back to the grind,” you say with a sigh, a note of reluctance in your tone. The week spent away from the city, immersed in fresh air and nature, had been incredibly rejuvenating and you weren’t ready to leave just yet. Fortunately, Helaena is also your flatmate, and the prospect of returning to hectic city life isn’t as daunting when you have a familiar companion by your side.

“What are your plans?” you ask him in return, aware of his involvement in the family business and his regular trips to the city too. 

“I have a flight to catch to New York tomorrow. Work trip. It’s always hard to leave Vhagar…,” he trails off with a slight hedge to his voice and you sense he may have more to share, but something seems to be holding him back. 

“Hmm,” you murmur noncommittally, letting the moment ride out, feeling if you were patient, he would speak. It works a little too well. He takes a deep breath before he begins. 

“That text you sent a few days back…,” he starts and your heart instantly leaps. Oh god, here we go, you think, now deeply regretting how shameless you had behaved in the moment.

“Did you mean it?” he asks curiously, catching you completely off guard. You had thought he was about to scold you and you certainly didn’t expect him to be inquisitive instead. Your previous words seem to swim in your mind: [Join us next time, then?]  

Did he think you had been serious? You really had only meant it to tease. Regret bubbles in your stomach. 

“I still hear you every night,” he says quietly, gently, not like a reprimand at all, and you continue to feel more unsettled with each passing moment. You blush, embarrassed that you were having this conversation in broad daylight with Aemond of all people.

“I’m sorry, Aemond, truly, I…I tried to be more quiet…,” you stammer, trailing off as he takes you by the arm, turning you to stop and face him. You stare up into his crystal blue eye, so much lighter than his brother’s, noticing how much taller he is than Aegon too. Up close, his beauty is so breathtaking, the leather eyepatch that covers his left eye only serves to complement his perfect appearance and intrigue you further. Aemond never spoke about what happened to his eye and you were too intimidated to ever ask. 

“It’s not that,” he cuts you off abruptly. “Your offer, did you mean it?” he asks more insistently and you feel like you could shrink under the intensity of his stare. Did you really want to have a threesome with him and Aegon? Cowardly, you opt to take the easy way out.

“It would be up to Aegon, I suppose,” you manage to choke out, feeling confident that Aegon would never agree. The way he possessively devours your body, like he is trying to consume your very being when you are together makes you think he isn’t the type to share.

Aemond nods, seeming satisfied with that answer as he abruptly resumes walking back to the house and you can barely keep up with his long strides. What the hell was that about? 

Feeling refreshed from your cold shower, you open your bathroom door, still wrapped in only a towel to see Aegon sprawled across your bed, giving you a calculated stare. Your heart skips a beat at his unexpected presence in your bedroom and he has a look in his eye you don’t think you’ve seen before. 

“So,” he says lightly and gets right to the point, “You want to have a threesome with Aemond?” 

You gape like a fish out of water as you backtrack. “I - I didn’t say that. Aemond mentioned it to me on the way back to the house,” you mumble, trying not to feel like you’re in trouble.

“Oh really?” he raises an eyebrow, glancing down at his phone, scrolling as if he’s looking for something, “What’s this then?” 

He holds out his phone and shows you a screenshot of the message you had sent to Aemond earlier in the week, inviting him to join you and Aegon. Aemond clearly has shown Aegon proof of your “offer”, the traitor. Clearly, your lighthearted jest has taken an unexpected turn and signals have been crossed between these two brothers. 

Aegon cannot contain a look of triumph as your guilty eyes flash back to his face. Before you can explain more thoroughly he smirks, “I didn’t know you were also into my brother…”

“Aegon, it was just a joke, I was teasing him,” you try to clarify your intentions and prove you aren’t trying to hide anything, now thoroughly wishing you had been this direct with Aemond too. You didn’t foresee it coming back to haunt you like this. 

“Really? Because that’s not what Aemond said,” Aegon counters, “So do you want to? It would be hot watching my brother fuck you,” he adds provocatively and your breath catches in your chest at his words. 

So many emotions whirl through your mind in an instant. Shock. Guilt. Bewilderment. Confusion. Hurt that he would give you up so easily to another man. Excitement. Lust. Desire. Simultaneously, another thought tugs at your heart: a mixture of determination and defiance. You had been so sure that Aegon would be the one to tell Aemond ‘no’ and you were starting to question his attachment to you, if indeed there had been one at all. If he was so willing to share you with someone else, perhaps you should make him regret this decision. The thought of making Aegon insanely jealous ignites a spark of mischief within your chest.

“Fine,” you say coolly, lifting your chin. “I’d love to fuck your brother,” you taunt seductively, pretending not to care more deeply about Aegon than you do and deliberately trying to push his buttons, but Aegon only gives you a devilish grin. 

“Brilliant. I’ll tell him then,” and with that, he springs off your bed, his earlier stomach ache seemingly forgotten, and bounds out the door in search of Aemond. 

You were a nervous wreck the whole rest of the day. What had you just agreed to? You curse your need for revenge on Aegon. 

That evening, you opt to quietly observe Aemond, feeling a need to familiarize yourself with the person that you would soon be sleeping with. While Aegon could be abundantly charming when he wanted to be, Aemond was simply grace incarnate. You pay particular attention to his interactions with each sibling: he is tolerant of Aegon’s antics, patient with the youthfulness of his younger brother, Daeron, and generously kind to his sister, listening to her discussions about various bugs with genuine interest, as if her words are the most interesting thing in the world. Coupled with his ethereal beauty, you start to question that Aemond might actually be the better of the two brothers. Boyfriend material flashes through your mind. 

At last, you bid the group goodnight for the evening and retire to your room. As soon as you shut your door, you sprint to the bathroom, rushing to brush your teeth, apply more deodorant and fix your hair, trying to make yourself as presentable as possible for perfect, proper Aemond. You aren’t sure why you were doing this; why do you care what Aemond thinks of you so much?

Finished with your “prep”, you put on your usual pajamas, wishing you had brought something a little sexier than an oversized t-shirt and shorts and sit on your bed to wait. Soon a soft knock comes from your door and you know instantly it’s Aemond. Aegon never knocks.

“Come in!” you manage to squeak out, voice unusually high, feeling nervous. Aemond enters, looking entirely unruffled, carrying something behind his back. He approaches the bed and reveals his surprise, holding out an expensive bottle of champagne. 

“I figured there’s no hurry,” he remarks casually with a shrug as he opens the bottle and takes a gulp, handing it to you. Feeling a bit unconventional drinking expensive champagne straight from the bottle, you take a sip, enjoying the tangy liquid that runs cool down your throat. 

You both sit in the middle of your large bed facing each other, talking softly while taking turns swigging from the bottle. Soon, you find yourself relaxing and enjoying his company, forgetting that Aegon was supposed to be joining you. You didn’t even wonder where he was. 

When the bottle is empty, you start to feel properly tipsy as Aemond lays a large, warm hand on your leg. You stiffen instantly, unable to help yourself, glancing up into his intense, one-eyed stare.

“I just want to ask, one more time, if you’re sure you want to do this,” he says with soft sincerity. 

This is it. Your way out. You didn’t have to sleep with Aemond. However, you were finding yourself more and more drawn to him as you discovered his admirable traits. You believed deep down that Aemond was genuinely kind, one of those "nice guys," so to speak. Moreover, defiance still pounds in your heart at the thought of making Aegon jealous, if he decided to show up at this point.

“Yeah, I want to Aemond, truly,” you respond genuinely, placing your hand overtop of his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He nods and seems to relax, his sensuous mouth curling into a true smile.

“Should we start without him?” you whisper, alluding to Aegon. 

“Yeah, fuck him, I’m not waiting,” Aemond replies boldly before grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you across the bed so you’re right next to him. You slide easily on the soft satin comforter and giggle in delight. Aemond’s lips meet yours and you sigh into his mouth as you melt into him immediately. 

Aemond's kiss ignites a fire within you; while you considered Aegon a skilled kisser, a few moments with Aemond had you wondering who was better. His kiss is effortless, your lips fitting together flawlessly, his gentle tongue playfully exploring your mouth, as you take turns sucking on each other’s bottom lip. You moan softly as you instinctively grasp his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Already you can feel your core getting slick with desire and an ache forming at the apex of your thighs.

Aemond maneuvers you to lay on your back and settles overtop of you, lightly pressing you under his weight and you surrender once more to a new man, but this one you think might be more worthy than the last. Still clothed, you are fully immersed in battling his tongue when you hear a low whistle.

“You fuckers started without me,” Aegon growls, low and deep, and you jump, startled since you hadn’t heard him come in. You break the kiss with Aemond, turning to look at Aegon standing beside the bed, seeming completely unfazed seeing his younger brother on top of the girl he’s been fucking all week. Aemond ignores him completely as he kisses your exposed neck, pretending like there’s been no interruption. You notice Aegon is holding his own bottle of champagne and a bag of popcorn, now grinning like a barn cat that has just caught the biggest mouse; he moves to sit in the corner and waves his hand for you to continue. 

You roll your eyes and return your attention to Aemond, who is now sucking a hickey onto your collarbone. You decide to get things moving before you lose your nerve now that you have an audience. You slide Aemond's shirt off, taking a moment to appreciate the contours of his fit physique by tracing your fingers across his chest and along the defined muscles of his back. It's almost like a choreographed dance as you and Aemond smoothly help each other out of your clothes, moving with such synchronized ease that it feels like you're perfectly attuned to each other.

As you remove his shorts, his cock springs free, large and heavy against his thigh. Taking him in hand, you give him a few experimental pumps, making him grunt appreciatively; you find yourself absentmindedly wondering who is bigger, the Targaryen men are clearly blessed in this particular department. 

You try to ignore the sounds of Aegon chewing popcorn as you and Aemond settle back onto the bed, completely unclothed now. Aemond doesn’t seem to mind being naked in front of his brother and you take his lead as your heart flutters nervously, still mindful of having a witness. He bites down onto the fleshy part of your breast, sucking with enthusiasm and you don’t even care about the mark you know it’ll leave. He moves on and takes one of your nipples into his mouth next, rolling the other between his fingers as he works his way down your body, finally settling between your thighs and licking your soaked pussy like a lollipop; you both groan with pleasure. You spread your legs wide for him and start to knead your own breasts, putting your body on display for Aegon, feigning more confidence than you felt in the moment. You glance over and see him watching you and Aemond hungrily. 

Aemond’s lips lock around your bud and he sucks harshly causing you to buck your hips into his face and cry aloud, your breath picking up as pleasure courses like electricity through your body. You feel him slip a finger inside of you followed by another and he crooks them against your sweet spot all while continuing to suck on your bud like he is trying to slurp the thickest milkshake. 

It’s not long before your thighs are shaking around his head as you wail in ecstasy, your orgasm ripping through your core, pussy clenching tightly down onto Aemond’s fingers. You no longer notice Aegon’s presence and you secretly hope he’s burning with jealousy at the way Aemond is unraveling you thoroughly. Aegon clears this throat as you come down from your high and return to your senses.

“I want her on top, Aemond,” he commands from the dark corner of the room. You think Aemond will refuse as he isn’t the type that usually takes orders, and especially not from Aegon, but he lays on his back and positions you to hover above him. Achingly slow, still sensitive from your climax, you spear yourself on his hard, thick cock, sinking inch by delicious inch, savoring the stretch of your soft velvet walls. You breathe through your nose as you try to relax and welcome Aemond into your body, joining as one.

You both groan in unison when you finally sit flush against him, his cock buried deep. He gives you a moment to adjust and lets you set the pace. Knowing Aegon is seated behind you, you lean forward slightly, bracing your hands against Aemond’s chest, arching your back as you ride his cock, letting Aegon get the best view of Aemond’s thick length sliding in and out of your tight pussy, no longer feeling insecure about being watched. In this position, your sensitive bud rubs consistently against Aemond’s pubic bone and you can already feel another orgasm mounting deep in your belly. You toss your hair and moan loudly in pleasure, uttering filthy words to Aemond, knowing full well Aegon can hear you too. You want to leave him without any doubt just how much you are enjoying his brother. 

Beneath you, Aemond looks like a fallen angel. His one eye is hooded and dark with lust, the angles of his exquisite face are sharp in the low light, his sensual lips are parted slightly as he pants softly while you move up and down on his length. His luminous blonde hair is splay out on the bed, creating a sort of halo around his head.  You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful in your life.

Spurred on by your passionate words of lust, Aemond grasps your hips and picks up the pace, fingers digging into the soft flesh and you hope for bruises. Taking control, he fucks up into you from below, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. You start mumbling nonstop again, like you always do when you’re about to cum.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock, sweet girl?” Aemond says in a low growl as he watches your tits bounce above him. 

“A-Aemond, don’t stop,” is all you can manage as your peak crashes over you with the force of a hurricane and Aemond groans as your pussy tightens like a vice around him. He rides out your climax, sustaining your pleasure as you soar into oblivion. Finally, feeling like jelly, you topple off of Aemond and onto the soft bed, breathing heavily and trying to recover from your second mind-blowing orgasm. 

“My turn,” suddenly, Aegon stands on the edge of the bed, totally naked and stroking his hard, thick cock. Now that the two are visually out for comparison, you think Aemond’s might be a tad longer, but they are both just as thick.

Your brain feels fuzzy, swirling with endorphins from the rush of your climax. Despite your haze, excitement pulses through your chest when you see that Aegon has finally come to play, hoping he got tired of watching Aemond fuck you so thoroughly. Although being with two men at once is entirely new territory, you trust them completely to take care of you properly and not abuse their positions of power. With a new sense of confidence, adrenaline surges through your veins and you decide to take charge.

“Lay on the bed,” you direct at Aegon and he obeys you instantly, climbing onto the bed and laying his head on your pillow. You crawl over to him, swaying your hips seductively and meeting his dark blue gaze.

“So, did you enjoy watching that?” you purr innocently while taking his cock in your hand and squeezing. 

“More than you know,” he manages to respond before you lower your head and take him in your mouth. Maintaining eye contact with him, you put on a bit of a show as your tongue teases the sensitive tip.

Realizing Aemond is watching from afar, you look over your shoulder at him while continuing to pump Aegon with your other hand. You consider him for a moment, impressed with his endurance as he still hasn’t cum himself, despite riding out your orgasm while buried deep within your body. 

“Aemond, I need you too,” you whine, tossing your hair over your shoulder and bringing your ass in the air, giving him a pointed look; his lips lift in a devilish smirk. 

As Aemond comes to kneel behind you, there is a kinetic sort of energy that passes between the brothers as their eyes meet and you feel a shift as the energy in the room suddenly becomes charged. The hair stands up on the back of your neck and you aren’t entirely sure why; all you know is that you suddenly feel like a lamb caught between two apex predators. Undaunted, the thought makes you chuckle; Aemond has already begun to pick you apart with absurd precision and you feel ready for more. 

You take Aegon into your mouth again as you feel Aemond spread your ass cheeks apart with a firm grip, taking a moment to admire the view before re-entering you from behind, moving slowly to help you adjust to this new angle. You moan in pleasure as Aemond’s cock hits your sweet spot perfectly in this position. Aegon grunts as your moans reverberate around his dick and you hear him whisper “yeah, that’s it,” as your head bobs along his thick length. With one hand wrapped around the rest of Aegon’s girth that you can’t fit into your mouth, the other grips his thigh, trying to hold yourself steady as Aemond’s hips snap roughly into your backside. 

“She really does have the most perfect cunt, brother,” Aemond rumbles, grunting in appreciation as he watches his fat cock slide in and out of you, glistening with your arousal. “You were right.”

“I told you she could be our perfect little slut,” Aegon groans in agreement and gives you a dark smile. You try to ignore the fact that they are talking about you like you aren’t even there. Despite your senses being fully enveloped in a primal sort of lust, you feel a small prick of unease. How much did they discuss about you before today? Have they planned this all along?

You hardly have time to consider further before Aegon takes you by the hair and earnestly starts to fuck your mouth, spit dribbling down your chin as he thrusts in and out. You hollow out your cheeks and try your best to take him, choking at times as his cock touches the back of your throat, all while Aemond continues a steady pace fucking your pussy from behind. Tears prick your eyes and Aegon wipes them away with his thumb, murmuring “good girl” softly and encouraging you to keep going. You watch as his abs contract in pleasure as your tongue swirls around the sensitive tip; you find it becoming more difficult to focus on Aegon as Aemond brings his hand around and starts to play with your bud, rubbing tight, fast circles. Your breath is caught in your chest and you let out a sultry moan. 

For a moment, all that can be heard is heavy breathing, grunts of pleasure, skin slapping erotically, and a juicy sucking noise from your mouth as your orgy progresses. With Aemond’s expert attention on your bud, your walls start to flutter again and you redouble your efforts to suck off Aegon, determined that you both should cum at the same time; his breathing is becoming labored and you know he’s close. Within a few more moments, the three of you climax together in unison; Aegon grunts as his girth pulses in your hand, shooting his seed down your throat just as Aemond’s cock pumps his into your pussy, emptying deep inside you. He gives your ass a hard slap and you wail once more as mind numbing pleasure courses through your belly as your pussy milks Aemond dry.

Swallowing your mouthful, you collapse, exhausted, onto the bed next to Aegon, completely worn out by your third orgasm. Aegon pants softly beside you and Aemond plops down on your other side, the only one to still seem composed despite the sheen of sweat on his chest from his own exertion. 

The next few minutes are spent in comfortable silence as your breathing returns to normal. Aegon rolls to his side and captures your lips between his own. You think he’s just giving you a sweet sort of kiss as a “thank you” for a great time, until he takes your leg and swings it over his hip, reaching down and playing with your sensitive bud. You buck you hips away from his hand and whine pathetically, telling him without words that you are almost too sensitive to touch at this point. He shushes you gently and you feel him reach down to your entrance and gather Aemond’s spend that’s leaking from your pussy, bringing it up and circling your bud with a featherlight touch.

You feel Aemond move until he’s spooning you from behind, trapping you. He brushes your hair to the side as he starts to pepper your neck and shoulder with kisses while his large warm hand caresses your back, moving down to squeeze the ample flesh of your ass. Despite your exhaustion, you feel yourself getting aroused again at their attention. Aegon’s skin is burning as you lay facing him, chest to chest, and Aemond is just as hot against your backside. You feel caught between two flames, like you could catch fire entwined around the brothers.

Aegon continues to kiss you slowly, circling your bud, your leg still hooked over his hip when you feel another set of digits come to play at the entrance of your pussy. You flinch slightly, but Aemond doesn’t enter you digitally, instead seeming to gather more fluid on his fingertips. Without warning, you jump when you feel him spreading his spend on your asshole. Aemond hushes you sweetly, kissing right below your ear, as he starts to push ever so gently on your puckered hole. 

“Come now,” Aegon whispers against your lips, “You didn’t really think we would be done with you already, did you?” His hand moves up to tightly grip your thigh around his hip, holding you in place as Aemond slowly starts inserting a digit into your ass, causing you to moan and arch your back, unfamiliar with this new intrusion.

“Hmm,” Aemond hums appreciatively, nibbling on your earlobe as Aegon watches your face. The pressure is mounting as Aemond pushes his thumb into your ass and realization dawns that they are far from finished with you. They aren’t going to stop until every last bit of you is sore from stretching around their thick cocks repeatedly; their intention to possess you both at the same time becomes abundantly clear as Aemond works to open your tight puckered hole and you know they’ll continue to cover your body in bite marks, hickeys, and bruises, effectively marking you as their own. They haven’t even begun to truly consume you yet. 

“Yes, sweet girl,” says Aemond, an authoritative edge to his tone, “We’re just getting started.”

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ceilings ~ modern!Aegon x Reader

summary: You and Aegon are friends, but there's always been something between you. This summer, it all comes to a breaking point.

warnings: 18+ (smut, fingering, oral fem receiving, p in v, kissing, semi-drunk s*x), drinking, partying, angst

word count: 4.8k

note: hi. uh oh. modern Egg angst. I hope you enjoy ❤️

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In a different world, you and Aegon Targaryen probably wouldn’t have been friends. You were different. He was reckless and careless; you were cautious and calculated. 

If it weren’t for a minor run-in with the law, your paths wouldn’t have crossed at all. Lucky for him, the Targaryen family has a lot of connections. So when Aegon, at the ripe age of 16 decided to rob a liquor store, he was issued a slap on the wrist and community service. 

Which led him straight to you.

Working with you, to be more specific. You had needed a summer job for some much-needed extra cash, and Aegon needed someone to sign off on his community service hours. 

All the staff were your age, and you’d quickly bonded with everyone. Rhaena became one of your closest friends, along with Aegon. You’re not sure how exactly you became friends; most likely he told some tasteless joke you’d scolded him for which in return caused him to say something even raunchier just so you’d keep paying attention to him. 

Aegon Targaryen was nothing if not a negative attention seeker. You’d fallen into that dynamic rather quickly, Aegon poking you, you poking back. It was gentle, playful even. 

In the middle of that summer, after a drunken night at Danny Greyjoys, you’d received a text from Aegon long after the party ended. You’d introduced him to your friend Sara who you brought along, and he’d appeared to hit it off with her. 

Give me Sara’s number, he’d sent, she’s super cute.

You’d rolled your eyes, watching more bubbles appear on the screen.

But also I’ve kind of been in love with you since the beginning of the summer, he wrote. 

Your heart stopped. The bubbles came back—then disappeared. Then came back.

He didn’t send anything else. 

You never talked about it.

In fact, you and Aegon moved on like he’d never sent it. 

It was always hard to say goodbye to him at the end of the summer. While Rhaena and Sara joined you at the local high school, Aegon joined his siblings across the country at Dragonstone Academy. 

But even after Aegon completed his community service, he kept coming back each summer. It wasn’t like he needed the money, his family was well off. He just liked the job, liked the company of his friends. 

Liked you.

You’d dated a few coworkers on and off throughout the years. Cregan Stark, Will Tyrell. But Aegon you’d always seen as a friend. At least that’s what you told yourself. 

Even when you’d accepted your college placements; Aegon at Citadel University, you at Winterfell State, you’d always return to King’s Landing in the summer months. 

You’d always come back to each other. 

Always teetering the line between friends and something else. Holding hands, cuddling, laughing, and joking, but nothing further. 

Just friends. 

Then, months into your junior year of college, Aegon’s dad died. You’d known he was sick for a while, a horrible slow deteriorating sort of death. But it still felt sudden. Like, the family had known he was going to die for so long, they almost forgot. 

He’d been different this summer. More distant. Drinking more. You knew he was grieving still, even if the relationship with his father was strained. Relationships are complicated. And that was still his dad. 

You’d sat in his car one night after work, just talking. He’d been tapping on the steering wheel with one hand, the other near his mouth as he worried the skin around his thumb with his teeth. A nervous habit. 

“You know, you and Hel are the only ones I can talk to,” he’d admitted, referring to you and his sister, “No one else…no one else really understands.”

You’d taken his hand in yours, sitting in comfortable silence as the engine purred and the sky grew darker. 

“I love you, Egg,” you’d told him, as you always did. 

“I love you too,” he said back, the words falling easily from his lips. 

Aegon was due to head back to Citadel University early the following week as summer came to its inevitable end. You’d all be parting ways soon enough, heading back to your college campuses for your final year of school. It was this fact that led Danny Greyjoy to insist on going out for drinks after work. A little hole-in-the-wall pub with darts and pool tables.

“We can go back to mine later,” Aegon had insisted, as you’d ordered another round of drinks, “Mum’s out of town on business.”

“Won’t Aemond mind?” Danny asked.

“He’s visiting his girlfriend,” Aegon insisted, “C’mon let’s get fucked up! Summer’s almost over.”

Danny agreed, shrugging and finishing his drink. Aegon had always been a bit of a party boy, but since the death of his father, you’d noticed an uptick in his recreational substance use. Alcohol; sometimes something harder. He’d shown up to work a few times violently hungover, or perhaps still intoxicated. You really couldn’t tell. 

You worried about him. 

You head to the bathroom to freshen up, fixing your mascara in the mirror when the bathroom door swings open and Aegon pushes inside. He’s got a cheeky grin on his face as he digs in his pocket, pressing his back against the door. You narrow your eyes, attempting to move past him but he blocks your path. 

“Stop it you weirdo,” you joke, laughing at his antics.

“Take this with me, c’mon,” Aegon teases, revealing two nips from his pocket.

“I fucking hate Mcgillicuddy,” you tell him, scrunching your nose at the clear bottle with its bright green label.

“Pussy,” he goads, smiling showing all his perfect teeth. 

Your heart skips a beat, as usual, and you snatch the bottle from him. You narrow your eyes as you crack the seal, before holding it between your teeth as you tilt your head back. The menthol-flavored liquor burns a path down your throat and a feeling of warmth blooms in your chest. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, taking his own and mimicking your movement. 

You cough slightly, watching his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallows. He discards the empty bottle, reaching for yours. 

“You’re coming to the after-party, right?” he asks, his Cheshire grin still on his face. 

“I don’t know,” you tell him.

“C’mon,” he pleads, “It’s one of my last nights, I’ve barely spent any time with you.”

You smile slightly. Not a complete lie. Aegon spent the better half of the summer chasing Aliandra Martell like a lost puppy. They had a brief, passionate affair that fizzled out rather quickly as she returned to Sunspear the previous week. 

“And who’s fault is that?” you tease, “If you weren’t so preoccupied….”

Aegon lurches forward, grappling at your waist, tickling your side. You squeal, pulling yourself away from his grabbing hands, cheeks burning.  

“Fuck off,” he interrupts, looking at you with more intensity in his violet eyes, “Please come.”

Something in the air crackles between you. A new wave of energy.

“Alright,” you tell him, “For a little bit.”

“You bitch!” Rhaena screams, trampling you in a hug as you arrive at Aegon’s. 

She’s already had a few drinks; dirty Shirley Temples most likely. Rhaena has one hell of a sweet tooth. She smiles, her lips slightly tinged red from the grenadine. 

“I didn’t know you were coming, I thought you wanted to sleep,” she says, only slurring a few words. 

You hold onto her, giggling at her carefree state. Rhaena is usually so poised and collected. 

“Egg made me,” you tell her, “Where is the bastard?”

“Living room!” Rhaena giggles, “You look so cute!”

You glance down at your jeans shorts and the small black top you’d chosen. Going out top, Sara calls it. You’d gone home to change before heading over to the Targaryen-Hightower mansion. 

“Thanks, Rhae,” you tell her, as she places a sticky kiss on your cheek. 

Moving past some people, primarily acquaintances and other coworkers, you make your way into the living room. The music is blasting, people lounging on the couches and sitting on the floor playing some sort of drinking game. A table has been set up, and you spot Jace and Cregan engaged in a game of beer pong. Multicolored lights flash around the room bathing everyone in a kaleidoscope of colors. 

Aegon sits on the couch furthest across the room between two girls; a blonde and a brunette you don’t recognize. They’re curled into him, laughing at something he says. His eyes meet yours from across the room, lighting up as he recognizes you. You walk over, shaking your head at him. So broken up over Aliandra, it seems. You laugh, rolling your eyes before standing in front of him as he reaches for your hand.

He calls your name over the music as his fingers lace through yours. His eyes are red, you’d assumed he’d been drinking more since leaving the bar from the incoherence of his texts to you. Aegon was quite impatient as you went home to change, your phone dinging continuously from his texts. 

“You started without me?” you tease, and he tugs on your arm, pulling you closer. 

Aegon leans forward, pushing his back off of the couch. Your eyebrows cinch together as he pulls you closer, face nearing your own. Heart racing, realizing what is about to happen as your faces come closer; So close you’re able to count each of his silver lashes framing those violet eyes. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” you blurt out, seconds before he does. 

Aegon’s lips are soft and warm, his tongue parts your lips before dipping inside of your mouth. He tastes like vodka, like summer, like…

You pull away, and he lets go of your hand, falling back onto the couch, looking up at you through hooded eyes. The blonde next to him continues talking, as though nothing had happened. Aegon turns to her, smiling and continuing their conversation. 

You’re not breathing; he stole the air from your lungs. You turn on your heel, heading straight to the kitchen. A bottle of tequila is the first thing you see among other various bottles and cups on the counter. You grab the bottle, taking a long swig, not caring who’d drunk from it before you. Your heart is beating erratically against your ribs. 

Aegon just kissed you.

Aegon.

You take another swig before placing it on the counter. 

Holy shit. 

It’s the strangest feeling; like something that was meant to happen finally did. You’re stunned, standing stuck as Aegon enters the kitchen, moving by you and filling his cup with water from the sink. You march over to him as he turns on the faucet.

“Aegon,” you say to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yes,” he says, glancing at you, turning off the faucet.

“You just kissed me,” you tell him.

“Mhmm,” he agrees, placing his cup on the counter, fingers curling along the edge of the sink. He stares forward like he’s contemplating something. How is he not freaking out as much as you are?

“You just kissed….me,” you repeat, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he agrees, leaning forward and kissing you again. 

His hand finds your waist, the other cradling your jaw as he deepens the kiss. You kiss him back this time, arching against him, tangling your fingers in his short silver hair. His tongue pushes past your lips and you sigh as it enters your mouth. 

This is Aegon. You’re kissing Aegon. Yet you don’t really want to stop, not when his lips feel so soft and warm molded against your own, his palm moving to your lower back and then over the swell of your ass. 

Then someone enters the kitchen and you pull away from each other quickly, as though someone physically pulled you both apart. It’s Sara and Cregan laughing about something. Cregan spots Aegon and clasps him on the shoulder before pulling him back toward the living room demanding he be his partner in beer pong. 

Sara notices your flushed face and blissed-out, shocked expression. You reach for the tequila bottle again, taking another swig letting it burn trying to get the taste of Aegon out of your mouth. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she comes closer. 

“Whoa there,” Sara says, holding out her red solo cup, “You okay kid?”

Swallowing the mouthful of tequila you stick your tongue out at your friend.

“Aegon just kissed me.”

“Wait….what?” Sara asks, eyes wide. 

You place the bottle on the counter and remove Sara’s cup before taking both her hands in yours. 

“Aegon. Aegon just kissed me,” you repeat, staring deeply into her eyes. 

“Okay….well,” Sara shuffles from one foot to the other and you frown.

“Well, what?”

“Did you like it?”

Fuck.

“Like it? Sara, he’s like one of my best friends here,” you tell her through a forced chuckle. 

“Oh c’mon. You and Egg have had this tension for years. Like yeah, you’re friends but…friends don’t look at friends the way Aegon looks at you,” she says while reaching for her cup and taking a sip.

Your heart pounds as you think about it. All these years, the harmless flirting. The love confession. That weird feeling in the pit of your stomach every time he was with Ali. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, shaking your head. 

“Liar,” she calls you out, “And don’t think I don’t see how you look at him. The whole Ali thing this summer?”

“What?!”

“Girl, you were jealous,” she says, exasperated, “Jealous of her being with Egg.”

Okay, so maybe you had been a little jealous. 

“I mean…I don’t know,” you admit.

“Do not tell me you haven’t thought about it,” Sara tells you, “The boy’s been in love with you since we were sixteen.”

“Okay stop,” you tell her, face warming, “I don’t…I don’t know what to do…he’s going through it right now and he’s leaving soon. I just…I don’t think it’s the right time.”

Sara scrunches her nose, making a face. 

“Looks like Egg thinks it is,” she challenges.

You suck your lower lip between your teeth, unable to rid yourself of the feeling of his kiss. 

“Look, whatever happens,” Sara says, reaching out to touch your arm, “I think you should go for it. If that’s what you want.”

That’s always the question, isn’t it? 

What do you want?

There are no more surprise kisses as the night goes on. You play games, drink cheap liquor to get a little buzzed and laugh with your friends. You catch his eye briefly from across the room but nothing more. Helaena arrives at one point with her girlfriend Cerelle, blissfully stoned out of her mind and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek in greeting. 

People filter in and out as the night wears on. Rhaena is in no condition to drive home, and you hate driving home this late. You, Sara, Rhaena, and Cregan all decide to spend the night, fighting over which couch everyone will sleep on. Rhaena curls up on one with Sara, their legs intertwined. 

Cregan mumbles something about taking the floor, offering you the other. 

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods, scratching the back of his neck, “You’re a gem.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles, finding a spot on the floor.

You giggle softly, heading to the kitchen for more water. You hate hangovers and paced yourself rather well this evening, making sure to drink plenty of water between drinks. Your buzz is already fading as you fill your cup. 

You take a big sip, draining it halfway before filling it to the top again. You know you’ll be desperate for water in the morning and want to keep a full glass beside you. Plus, if Rhaena wakes up needing some you can offer her your cup. You shut the faucet, turning around and meeting the eyes of Aegon. Your heart skips a beat. You’d thought he’d gone to bed. 

“Hey,” you tell him, placing your cup on the counter, “Listen…Egg….”

He moves towards you, hands cupping your cheeks, pulling you in for a heated kiss. You kiss him back and it’s different this time. He tastes like water this time around, his movements less sloppy, more controlled. 

He’s sobered up, you realize as he moans against your mouth. 

Everyone’s gone home. Everyone’s asleep. It’s just you and him. 

He backs up, taking you with him, and dragging you down the hall. His hand laces through yours as he guides you into the hallway and into a room. His room.

The door shuts behind you and you keep kissing him, keep fisting the front of his shirt as he backs up knees hitting the bed and sitting down. 

You straddle his lap easily, as though you’d done it several times before. His hands move to your waist before dropping lower to palm your ass. You roll your hips against him as he takes your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh. 

Your hands loop around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. This is Aegon. You’re kissing Aegon. Reluctantly, you pull away from his greedy mouth as his hands fall to your jean shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling down your fly.

“Are you sure?” you breathe, nose pressed against his cheek. 

Aegon’s breathing is shallow, one hand still firmly on your ass as he kisses the corner of your mouth. 

“I’ve wanted this since forever,” he admits, sending butterflies fluttering in your belly. 

He waits, not moving his hand; not going any further but also not taking any steps back.

“Me too,” you whisper and he presses his lips to yours once more. 

The kiss is hungry, stoking a fire of need deep in your belly. Aegon’s hand brushes against your lower stomach and the muscles of your abdomen contract as he breaches the band of your underwear. Fingers dipping lower, he circles your clit already wet and sensitive from your heavy makeout.

“Seven hells,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you manage to squeak as Aegon sinks two fingers into your wet heat, curling them inside you.

He moves his fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace, the heel of his palm grazing against your clit with every thrust. 

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he comments, kissing you once more as you grind down against his hand. 

A whine slips past your lips as his lips move to caress your jaw, before kissing a hot trail down your neck. You can feel his smile against you as he speaks, “Shhh don’t wanna wake anyone, do we?”

He’s cruel with his comment, the pads of his fingers rubbing perfectly against your sweet spot sending sparks of pleasure down your legs all the way to your toes. Your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers causing him to chuckle.

“That feel good?” he asks, kissing right below your ear.

“Yes, feels s’good,” you mumble, fisting his hair harshly. Aegon groans as you ride his fingers, chasing the release building in your abdomen. 

Each curl of his fingers stokes a fire in your belly, and soon you’re trembling on top of him, falling apart as he silences your desperate cries with a kiss. Gently removing his fingers from your slick entrance he flips you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs. He pulls your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion, tossing them to a corner of the room.

“D’you have a condom?” you ask breathlessly as you yank your tank top over your head. You unclasp your bra as Aegon removes his shirt, his violet eyes hungrily eying your freed breasts. 

You rest back on your elbows as he watches you. “Egg?”

His eyes snap back up to yours before he grips underneath your thighs pulling you toward him, “Sorry, yes, fuck,” he says, kissing your inner thigh, “Have to taste you first, please.”

Your face is on fire but you nod at his pleading as he buries his face in between your thighs. Aegon licks a thick stripe up your drenched slit, swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit. You throw your head back against the pillow as he continues to feast on you, alternating between dipping his tongue in your entrance and suckling on your clit. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you hiss through clenched teeth, “So fucking good Egg shit--” 

He moans against you, fingers digging into your thighs and soon your legs are shaking around his head, trapping him between your thighs as you come with a muffled cry. Aegon crawls back on top of you, kissing you fervently, the taste of you fresh on his tongue. You scratch down his back, pull him as close as you can to you. 

“Condom,” you gasp, feeling the hardness between his legs pressing as you through his jeans, “I need you--”

“Right here,” he says, leaning to his nightstand. He yanks the drawer open so hard, it crashes to the floor with a thud. You both freeze before descending into giggles.

“Shhh,” he cautions and you cover your mouth as your laughter continues, “Seven hells--” he reaches to the floor retrieving a condom. 

“Stop it,” he says with a smile, removing your hand to kiss you again.

“M’sorry,” you mumble, trying to hold in your laughter. 

Aegon slips his jeans down, followed quickly by his boxers freeing his long, hard cock. The tip is flushed pink, weeping precum as he lazily strokes himself. You wet your lips as he tears open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his generous length. Once he’s done, you’re quick to pull him back into a kiss, feeling his heavy cock slap against your inner thigh. 

“You’re sure?” you ask again, and Aegon nods.

“I’m sure,” he confirms, “Fuck, are…are you?”

“Yes,” you tell him, reaching to guide him toward your aching center, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He sinks inside your tight, waiting pussy and you gasp at the way he stretches you out. You’re so tight around him, it’s nearly painful for a moment as you adjust to his girth. 

“Fuck,” you hiss as he bottoms out, “Seven….”

“You okay?” he mumbles, placing a wet kiss on your neck.

“I’m good,” you confirm, fire blazing in your belly as he rolls his hips against you, stealing the breath from your lungs, “Gods…”

Aegon keeps his face buried in the crook of your neck, you can feel his hot breath against your skin in between the kisses and love bites he adorns you with. Every rock of his hips winds the coil in your gut tighter and tighter until you feel as though you’re a bowstring about to snap. 

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he murmurs, “Want you to come again, baby, c’mon.”

Nails digging into his shoulders you’re thrown over the edge, the coil in your gut snapping as white-hot pleasure washes over you. Your pussy clenches, milking his cock for all its worth as you feel him twitch inside of you; Aegon moans as he reaches his own release. 

You hold onto him for a moment, letting yourself bask in the pleasure he’s given you, feeling the weight of him resting on top of you, his softening cock still buried within you. Slowly, the tingling sensation of your orgasm begins to ebb, the sheen of sweat that coats your body causes you to shiver as you grow cold. Aegon rolls off of you, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He runs a hand through his hair, back still facing you. 

You sit up, watching him, suddenly feeling very exposed in your naked state. Aegon removes the condom, ties it, and throws it in the trash can beside his bed. Then he reaches for a pair of shorts. Heat blooms in your cheeks as you rise, searching for your clothes. 

Aegon doesn’t say anything, just watches you out of the corner of his eye. You grab your bra and shirt first, throwing them back on. Panic rises in your throat suddenly at what’s just happened. 

Oh gods.

You’ve ruined everything, haven’t you?

Why isn’t he saying anything? Aegon stands, running a hand through his hair.

“We’re okay, right?” you nervously ask as you slip your shorts and underwear back on, “This won’t change anything, right?”

You can’t read his expression. He gives you a wry grin before nodding. 

“Course not,” he says, grabbing your hand, “C’mere.”

He pulls you gently toward the bed. You curl up next to him, his arm underneath your head. He falls asleep first, you can hear his gentle snoring in your ear. You can’t sleep. You just stare up at the ceiling counting each inhale and exhale. 

“Aegon?” you whisper, turning your head.

He doesn’t answer, still lost in sleep, and you’re left staring at the ceiling once more. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Sara says the following morning. 

You’d gone with Rhaena and Sara for breakfast, leaving the others behind. You had gotten up, returning to the living room before everyone else woke up. Cregan was the only one awake, eyes narrowing as you lay on the couch. 

“Could’ve slept there,” he’d mumbled, before rolling over. 

Rhaena is slumped over her eggs, rubbing her temples as Sara excitedly shouts as you reveal what happened. 

“I’m serious,” you tell them.

“Was it good?” 

“Yeah, it was good,” you confirm.

“What does this mean?” Rhaena asks with a groan, “Fuck I think I’m gonna be sick..”

“I mean, I think I need to talk to him,” you admit, “About…this.”

“Well, I have to go back to the house anyway to pick up Cregan,” Sara says, lacing her fingers together, “Come with and you can talk to him.”

Nervous anticipation pools in your belly.

“Okay,” you tell her.

After dropping Rhaena at home, you and Sara head back to the Targaryen mansion. It’s quiet when you arrive, walking in the door like you both live there. Helaena and Cerelle are curled up on the couch watching a movie. 

“My brother still here?” Sara asks and Helaena raises her head from Cerelle’s lap.

“Mhmm, they’re in the pool,” she confirms, “Aegon tried to host a darty, not many people showed up yet though.”

“Of course he did,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Sara nods to you and you follow her to the back door. The Targaryen backyard is a prime party zone, with its waterfall pool, large stone patio, and massive green yard. You spot Cregan right away, tossing a cursing Aly Blackwood into the pool. 

Your eyes scan over the dozen people before your heart drops into your stomach. Aegon’s in the pool as well, silver hair slicked back, a lopsided smile on his face. That’s not what makes your heart lurch, rather it's who is attached to him. 

Cassandra Baratheon clad in a deep blue string bikini straddles his waist, playing with the sunglasses on his head. She takes them off, putting them on her own face before Aegon lifts her up, setting her on the edge of the pool. She giggles, hands on his shoulders before giving the sunglasses back. Aegon squeezes her thighs, no doubt leaving indentations of his fingers on her porcelain skin. 

“Oh fuck,” Sara whispers, “Y/N…”

“What?” you ask, tearing your gaze away, “What? No…no it's fine… that's nothing. I’m good.”

Sara’s eyes are sad, “Honey…”

“Seriously, Sara, I’m good,” you insist, chest tight with emotion, “I’m just going to grab a water…”

“Give me five minutes,” Sara tells you, “Let me tell Cregan I’m taking you home.”

You give her a wordless nod as she moves toward her brother. You walk past the pool over to a cooler, grabbing water. The sun suddenly feels uncomfortably warm, a dull throbbing beginning behind your eyes. 

Someone comes up next to you, reaching into the cooler. Aegon shakes his head, droplets of water flying this way and that. You stare at him, watching as he grabs a can of beer. He glances at you after cracking the can and taking a long sip. 

“What?” he says. It’s friendly but different. There’s a new edge underneath the question.

Nothing will change, right?

Your throat tightens and you can feel tears prickling behind your eyes. Aegon just stares back, running a hand through his damp hair.

“Nothing,” you tell him, “I was just leaving.”

“You should stay for the party,” he suggests casually. 

You gaze at him, searching his violet eyes for anything, anything at all. 

“I’m tired,” you admit, “I’ll see you later.”

Aegon watches you leave, Sara wrapping her arm around your shoulders. There’s a moment of pause as the door closes behind you, and then Aegon finishes his drink and returns to the pool.

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Can I Move In? // modern!Aemond x Aegon'sBFF!reader

Summary: You and Aegon have been best friends since gods know when. Aemond's always in the background but you've always taken note of him. Maybe moving in with the brothers wouldn't be half bad.

CW: afab reader, second hand embarrassment, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, Aegon being chaotic af, no beta

A/N: This is absolutely so self indulgent. It's just a fun fic. I love the dynamic between Aegon and reader here. What a chaotic duo.

Out of all the Targaryen siblings, the most chaotic and impulsive one was your best friend. You and Aegon were as thick as thieves, pulling off pranks on teachers, doing stupid dares, and living life to the most exciting way you can. You were always bold, never caring about whatever anyone thought about you, calling people out on their bullshit, and being unapologetically you. That's part of what made you and Aegon such wonderful friends. You two thrived on having fun and it was complete joy when you got into the same university. The only downside was that Aegon's little brother, Aemond, got in as well a year later, and moved in with Aegon.

According to Aemond, you guys had too much energy. Unlike Aegon, Aemond preferred the quiet and peaceful kind of atmosphere. With you and Aegon around, however, that kind of atmosphere was non-existent.

"YOU CHEATED!" Aegon yelled across the apartment.

You laughed maniacally as you sprinted into the kitchen. "Oh, get the fuck over yourself!"

Aemond groaned and dropped his head on the counter. The day had barely started and yet he was already at his peak tolerance for you and Aegon."Do you two really have to do this now?" He grumbled.

You skidded to a stop on the other side of the counter and forgot about running away from Aegon. "Why? Is something wrong?" You gave him a smirk. "Get that stick out of your ass and lighten up, Aemond. Besides, it's Saturday. You don't need to be all up in your classwork right now. Chill, dude."

"There wouldn't be a stick if you and Aegon were a little less annoying."

"Awwww, did you hear that, Aeg? He thinks we're annoying." You felt a yank on your hair and turned around to see Aegon smirking. "Fucking hell dude, you didn't have to pull that hard," you grunted.

"That's what you get for cheating in Mario Kart," Aegon countered. He stuck his tongue out at you before he looked at his annoyed brother and rolled his eyes. "He's always annoyed with us. But I think I know a way to make him even more miserable," he suggested with a knowing look.

Aegon's been lowkey coming onto you for years now. He didn't miss the way you've matured. He's always been a tits and ass guy and considered himself lucky for being able to be physically close to you.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend knowing full well he's been trying to get into your pants. "Aeg, no is no but I applaud your effort," you laugh.

Despite being so close to Aegon, you could never see yourself sleeping with him. Aemond, however? He could be an ass but you'd be a fool to ignore how absolutely fine he is. His silver-blond hair was almost always tied up in a bun with a few strands falling down here and there. The dress shirts he wore to classes had the top two buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. What made him hotter? His violet eye paired with a stunning blue fake one.

If Aemond wasn't Aegon's brother you'd be head over heels for him. His stuck up preppy attitude was annoying but you knew it was only because he focused so much on his classwork, something he wanted to excel in and make a future of. His loyalty to the family business was strong and you could tell that it bled to his dedication to his family. You'd be lying if you said that kind of dedication didn't turn you on. And truly, the times you've seen him relaxed and having fun have been beautiful. Aemond was truly beautiful and hot and you wanted more of him but figured it was best to play the annoying best friend of his brother.

Aemond let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his eyes. "Can you two take this somewhere else? I have work to do."

"Well, maybe if you didn't do your work in a communal area that wouldn't be a problem. But fine, I guess Aeg and I can go somewhere else." You grabbed Aegon's hand and took him to his room to continue playing Mario Kart.

~~~

Aegon flopped down on the small couch. "I don't know how I've managed to live with him. He's always been an ass."

You landed next to Aegon and picked up a Switch controller. "You've been able to live with him because you're his brother and you have me as your best friend, Aeg. It's literally that simple," you grinned. "I'm here all the time so I might as well be living with you."

The Nintendo Switch started up and you clicked through to get to the home screen of Mario Kart.

Mario Kaaart eight! Let'sa Goooooo!!! Yahoo!

"Okay, so are you telling me that if you just moved in here permanently everything would be great and Aemond wouldn't have his head up his ass?" Aegon clicked through the characters and landed on Bowser on a bike.

"Of course, Aeg. The only way for it to work was to get Aemond to be okay with it since he, you know, pays for most of this, like the rent, electricity, WiFi, water. All of it, really." you explained.

“Hey, I pay the phone bill!”

“Congrats, you pay one thing.”

The two of you took your time picking out your characters even though you both had your go-to ones. But really both of you were stalling for time.

“You know, Aemond actually isn't bad when you're here. He's still an asshole but he's outside more and not holed up in his room,” Aegon shared.

You ignored the new information Aegon revealed and continued to pick your character. In the end you chose Isabelle from Animal Crossing.

Aegon's eyes darted to your side of the screen. "Isabelle? Really? She's not even part of the Mario universe!"

You rolled your eyes at his Mario purity talk. "Isabelle is the queen of everything and she'll fuck you up, I promise."

"Whatever, let's get this going."

After two rounds, Mushroom Gorge and Moo Moo Meadows, Aegon pressed pause.

"Aeg, what the fuck? I was beating your ass!" you complained. You put the controller down before you started smacking him repeatedly.

"Okay, hear me out. I just had an idea," Aegon grunted as he replaced his switch controller with a pillow to defend himself. "Bunny! Kitten!" he pushed himself lower into the couch.

"Dude, I was gonna win and you pressed pause!" You stopped hitting him and fell back into your spot and pouted at him. "And never call me those names again, too weird." A few beats of silence passed as Aegon recovered from his Mario Kart beating. You looked at him expectantly, "what's this idea that was so important?"

Aegon let out a big sigh, "Please don't hate me, but maybe if you could convince Aemond, he'd let you move in?"

"I understand that logic but… I don't see what you want me to do about it." You hoped he wasn't going to suggest something you'd never do: seduce Aemond.

"Get on his friendly side. I know it's gonna be hard and it's super vague but that's all I got."

"Oh, thank the fucking gods," you released a breath.

Aegon raised an eyebrow. "'Thank the fucking gods?' What did you think I was going to say?"

Heat rushed to your face and you immediately dropped your head in an attempt to hide. You really didn't want to tell Aegon what you thought he was suggesting.

"Come on, kitten. It can't be that bad," he commented.

"I'm gonna fucking stab you," you mumbled.

Aegon scoffed before reaching for his controller. You took the opportunity to settle yourself and reach for yours to start up again.

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, you can choose the course."

You gave him a smile. "Thanks, Aeg. Bowser's Castle so I can rip you a new one."

"Whatever you say, boss. You still gotta tell me what you were saying earlier." He clicked on Bowser's Castle.

Throughout the race you two were neck and neck, constantly trading first and second place. Aegon kept taunting you and pointing out your mistakes and bad turns. You would do the same but he wasn't struggling as much as you were.

"Uh oh, Isabelle, looks like I'm gonna pull a win this time!"

You rolled your eyes at him the best you could while still paying attention to the screen. He was right, he was gonna win and you'd never hear the end of it. Until you decided to drop what you thought earlier timed perfectly with a red shell.

"By the way," you started with a red shell in clutch, "I thought you were going to tell me to fuck Aemond." Red shell released.

"I'm sorry, what?" Aegon immediately turned to you, unwisely forgetting the game. Bowser got hit by the red shell, flipped, and Isabelle took the lead and crossed the finish line.

Securing your third win, you hopped up on the couch and let out an ungodly "I WON, BITCH!"

Aegon, however, was still recovering from your little comment to be upset about your sneaky Mario Kart tactic. "You thought I wanted you to seduce my brother so he'd let you move in?"

Coming down from your high you sat back down.

"And you were embarrassed by it?"

You felt a blush beginning to form. "Yeah, I mean it kinda caught me off guard. My mind just went to the worst case scenario, you know?" You let out a light laugh.

Aegon stared at you. You being flustered was not something that happened frequently. Or at all.

"Oh gods, don't tell me." He pushed down a laugh. He took you by the shoulders to turn towards him. "There's no way. Holy shit." Aegon let out a small laugh this time. "My best friend, my chaotic partner in crime, has a fucking crush on my pain in the ass brother, Aemond?!" He howled with laughter as he let go of your shoulders and toppled back on the couch.

Color was most definitely covering your face now. "Shut the fuck up, Aegon. It's not my fault you Targaryens are attractive," you defended.

Aegon crossed his arms. "Oh, so you think all us Targaryens are attractive? What about me, bunny?" His puppy dog eyes were fixed on you.

"First off, knock off the puppy look. Second, we both know that you just want a quick fuck and that could be really weird for us. Third, keep calling me weird ass pet names and I will absolutely fucking tear you apart."

"You'd tear me apart? Hm, maybe I'll keep doing it then." He laughed and knocked your shoulder with his while you scrunched your nose in disgust. "Okay, fine, I'll stop. Still boosts my ego to know you find me attractive though."

"Great, just what I wanted to do," you rolled your eyes and gave him a smile. "So, all I need to do is be friendly with Aemond, right?"

"Yeah, you could that. Or you can try to seduce him and maybe even fuck him," Aegon wiggled his eyebrows.

You gave a huff. "Fine. I'll do it, but what happens happens. As in I'm not telling you what I plan on doing."

"That's fine by me, just don't be too weird." He gave you a wink. "One last race to finish it out and then you can start your seduction on my brother."

"Fine. And don't call it that."

"Oh, and it's my pick now so I choose, drum roll please," he rolled his tongue and banged on the table. "Rainbow Road!"

The last race was not as successful for either of you. Bowser and Isabelle were constantly going off the sides. Terrible turns, very unlucky power ups, getting hit by bullet bills. It was a train wreck. Finally, you two finished the race.

You were the first to talk. "Well, that was shit," you laughed.

"At least we both placed overall," Aegon added.

You both put away the controllers before you strided over to the mini fridge and grabbed a beer for yourself and him.

"What's your plan to take Aemond's heart?" Aegon asked as he cracked open a cold one.

You gave him a mischievous smile. "That's for me to know and for you to maybe find out."

~~~~~~~

You gave it two hours before putting your plan into motion. Granted, you didn't really have a plan but you were always an improv girl. Aegon was back at his PC setup playing something call Balder's Gate 3. It was something about finding a group of people to travel the world and kill a bunch of creatures, or something like that.

You went to the mirror to primp yourself for Aemond. That meant changing clothes to something slightly more revealing, doing your hair a bit, and applying some light makeup.

You walked up to Aegon and gave him a little twirl. "Do I look seductive enough?"

His mouth dropped as he took you in. "All this time you kept those kinds of clothes in here and you never told me?"

You were wearing a low cut v neck blouse paired with a short, fluttery, floral skirt that gave a wonderful view of your ass if you bent down correctly. It emphasized your assets, your tits and ass.

"Well, yeah. They're emergency date clothes. I have other stuff here but I figured this would be better."

"Damn straight it's better." He was practically drooling.

"Close your mouth and go work on fucking that green chick in your game."

"Excuse you, her name is Lae'zel."

"Cool, bud. I'm gonna head out, wish me luck."

"Just don't be too loud, I can still hear things from my room."

You rolled your eyes at his comment and headed out the door. Right before you opened it to leave Aegon decided to yell.

"BYE, BUDDY, HOPE YOU FUCK MY BROTHER!"

You made a point to flip him off before slamming the door shut and making your way to the living room.

Unsurprisingly, Aemond was still at the kitchen counter working on his most recent project. The only difference is that there was now an empty coffee mug next to him. You didn't want to reveal yourself to him just yet so you leaned on the wall and watched him work.

You were immediately drawn to his hands, typing with precision and speed. You've always loved the way he worked. With his head bowed slightly to be closer to the screen and the hard concentration in his eyes it was no surprise he caught your eye. You've tried to make your advances known, granted in very subtle ways so Aegon wouldn't have any blackmail information, but they all seemed to have failed. This time would be different, though. This time you were actually committed to going through with this. Aemond was going to notice you whether he liked it or not.

He rarely let anything take his focus away but you wanted to be the person who does. Straightening your clothes you walked past him, hiking up your skirt just the smallest amount. You leaned over the counter so your blouse dropped the tiniest bit.

“Hey, Aemond,” you said in your sweetest voice.

He didn't look up.

“I'm really sorry about me and Aegon being loud. Mario Kart is competitive and brings out the worst in us.”

The apology Aemond lifted his eye to you. He was obviously still very annoyed but his interest has been piqued. He hummed in response.

“Aemond, I said I'm sorry. Please say something?” You gave him an obviously forced pouty face.

“You're apologizing for being too loud? You've been too loud here for years and just now you're saying sorry?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “Yeah, sure, I accept.” He went back to his work.

“That's it?” You straightened up, completely forgetting about the seduction mission, and popped your hand on your hip “‘I accept’? That's the best you can do?” Aemond was being an ass.

“What do you mean? What do you want me to say?” he shrugged.

“I want you to say ‘thank you for the apology, maybe we should start over’.”

“Start over? There's nothing to start over. You've been Aegon's best friend for years and I'm the annoying younger brother.”

You could hear a tint of bitterness in his words. Aemond was always there but he was right, he was just the annoying younger brother that you ignored. You never did anything with him. Until now.

Aemond began to get up and gather his things but you stopped him.

“What if I want to start over, what if I want to get to know you or something?”

He looked at you with curiosity but the look was gone as soon as it appeared.

Aemond took three strides to go around the island to face you. He trapped you between him and the counter and leaned forward so that you two were just a breath away. His breath was warm on your lips when he spoke.

“Then do it.” He released you and walked away, gathering the rest of his things, and left for his room.

You stood there confused as to what just happened. You were supposed to seduce him, not be challenged by him. Granted, it did make you a little excited but it was not what you expected. You knew that seducing him would take more than one try but that didn't look like the case. It seemed like your initial plan had taken a turn to actually get to know him.

You walked back to Aegon’s room only to find his face on his keyboard.

“Um, Aegon, you okay, bud?”

He mumbled his response to his keyboard.

“I didn't quite hear that,” you said as you moved to sit on his bed.

Aegon lifted up his head and instead of responding he screamed.

“Gods, Aegon! What was that?!”

“I died! My whole party fucking died and my last save was like an hour ago!” He covered his face with his hands.

“I'm sure you're going to be fine.” You started to strip to change to your regular clothes.

“No, I'm not! I have to level up again, get to Last Light Inn without my party getting cursed and -” he stopped when he turned to face you. “You're naked.”

“I'm not naked, Aeg. I still have my bra on,” you said as you pulled your joggers on. “Besides, it doesn't matter. I've changed clothes in front of you before, this isn't weird.” You pulled on your sweatshirt.

“I mean I'm never opposed to you changing when I'm around, I was just in the middle of telling you something very important and your incredibly attractive self distracted me.”

“Not my fault you find me attractive, Aeg,” you winked. “You were saying something about having to level up again?” You sat down on the bed.

“Yeah, stuff like that,” he waved it off. “I need you to tell me how it went in the kitchen. I didn't hear any yelling, but you're in my room and not his.”

“Why would I be in his room?”

“You know, fucking him? Like the plan?”

“I never said the plan was to fuck him, I never even told you my plan.”

“Sure, sure.”

You rolled your eyes at his dismissal.

“I think I need to revise the plan,” you thought out loud.

“Really? I couldn't tell with the lack of you being in Aemond's room,” Aegon said while he rebooted the game.

“Oh, shut up I'm gonna tell you stuff.” You took a deep breath. “I told him I wanted to start over, like maybe become friends but he basically said he wouldn't unless I put in the effort, which makes sense, but it caught me off guard. He never even looked at my tits or ass.”

There was a beat of silence before Aegon urged you to continue.

“His exact words were ‘then do it.’”

Aegon's eyes widened. “Oh shit, he's serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he's actually giving you a chance to get close to him.”

You flopped backwards on the bed letting Aegon's words wash over you. Aemond was willing to have some kind of friendship or relationship and that itself was big. You always knew him to be standoffish, preferring to be by himself instead of around others but you were wondering now if it was just because he was scared.

“Ever since our nephew took his eye he's been alone, you know?” Aegon said in the silence.

You knew the whole relationship between them and their nephews was a complicated one. It was already odd with them being so close in age and then their family drama on top of that made it rough. There was enough of that before the accident.

“Aemond still holds it against him, hell I do, too. But he really got the bad end of it. His whole life turned miserable thanks to one stupid kid,” he continued.

You could hear the strain in Aegon’s voice. Even for him the accident was hard to talk about. The thought of losing an eye now freaked you out but losing an eye as a kid? That was unimaginable.

“So Aemond's just lonely?” You asked.

“That's one way to put it. He thinks he's an outcast. Never thought anyone would want him in any way. I mean there was that one chick that fucked him over real good. That relationship made him close up even more; unhealthy in all ways and that's coming from me. We didn't even know about it until it ended. Hell, he closed himself off to me, Helaena, and our mom.”

“I never pegged you and Aemond as being the closest of brothers, Aeg.”

“We know that we're all that we have. Me, Aemond, and Helaena. We don't take that lightly.”

“You guys have me; you know that.”

“I know, but it's different.”

Silence fell upon you two again as your mind wandered back to Aemond. Apparently he's already been in a relationship but it fucked him over so badly that he pulled away from his family? That sounded like too much. Aemond was never really willing to put himself out there but he went for a relationship anyway? A secret one? You wouldn't be surprised if he was still hurting, no matter how long ago it was.

Taking a deep breath you pulled yourself back up to a sitting position. “I think I'm just gonna try to include him more. That'd make him happy, right?”

“You can try but it'll take him a while. Your goal, sorry, our goal, is gonna be a while. As long as he doesn't have that stick up his ass all the time I'm chill with that.”

You nodded your head out of habit, even if Aegon couldn't see it.

“Can I crash here tonight? You dumped a lot of info on me and I don't really want to move anymore.”

“‘Course,” Aegon paused and you heard his smile in his next word. “Bunny.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at him. “I know it's early but I'm gonna crash right now anyway. Or at least settle down.”

“You do you, I'm playing my game.”

You chuckled as you made yourself comfortable on Aegon’s couch. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to spend the night so everything was fine. Everything except your racing thoughts. All you could think about was Aemond. You never thought he'd have all this sadness inside him but you just learned that there was. You turned over to hug one of the extra pillows and held it close as you sleep took you.

~~~~

You woke up the next morning to Aegon's snoring feeling. As you stretched your arms out you couldn't help but think about your next steps. After a few minutes of thinking you decided there would be no next steps, at least not official, planned out stept. You'd take it naturally, no rush. You quietly got up, making sure not to wake Aegon, as you left the room and headed towards the kitchen.

You were expecting Aemond to be there, knowing he was an early riser, and part of you was excited but the other was apprehensive. Either way you steeled your nerves and walked in.

The smell of coffee and fresh bread engulfed you, making your mouth salivate and your stomach growl.

“Morning,” came a lazy drawl.

It was Aemond. He was already working on his laptop on the kitchen island.

“Morning, Aemond.”

He looked up in surprise. “Oh, it's you. Thought you went home after yesterday.”

“I thought about it but I was really tired and didn't feel like putting in the energy to go back.”

He gave a hum of acknowledgement before going back to his work. He had a rugged look to him, despite being up and awake. After yesterday, there was more of a pull towards him than usual. You always found Aemond attractive, even when he was working. This morning was no different. His hair was in a messy bun with strands loose around his face.

Though he wasn't looking, you gave him an awkward tight-lipped smile and nodded your head as you went to pour your coffee. No words were exchanged between you two. All that could be heard was Aemond's typing and the occasional click of a mug being set on the island. You leaned on the counter across from him and held your mug, taking in the warmth. It calmed you, letting you settle down before breaking the silence.

“So, what's your plans today, Aemond?” You asked him.

“Just working, as usual,” he said without looking up. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was thinking we could hang out or something?”

Aemond straightened up to look at you. “You want to hang out? Don't you need to spend time with Aegon?”

“I don't have to spend time with him, I choose to. And now I'm asking you if you want to.”

He cocked his head in curiosity.

You took a few steps closer so you were right on the other side of the island. You locked eyes with him and leaned over. “Look, you told me if I wanted a friendship with you then I'd have to step up and do it. This is me doing it.” You stepped back to the counter as if nothing happened. “If it makes you feel better it can be the three of us hanging out,” you shrugged.

A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Yeah - I mean no - I mean no Aegon. We can chill. I still have to finish up some work so maybe in a few hours?”

“Yeah, I'll tell Aeg I'll be avoiding him today.” You give him a small smirk before turning on your heel and heading back to Aegon's room.

Just as expected, Aegon was still asleep. You didn't wake him, there was no rush. Aemond still had work to do and you had to sort through your…feelings. It was a quick exchange with Aemond but it was a little more intense than you expected. You didn't even realize how hard you were gripping your mug until you got back to Aegon’s room. Last night all you could think of was how close Aemond was to you when he leaned in. You could have pulled him into a kiss right then and there if you were thinking enough at the time but Aemond caused your brain to short circuit.

Chugging the rest of the coffee, you sat down on the couch and pulled up Animal Crossing on the Switch. You figured a little relaxing time with your island, The Red Keep, would do you some good.

After about an hour of Animal Crossing, Aegon finally woke up.

“So progress has been made,” you began as Aegon slowly made his way out of bed. “I’m hanging out with Aemond today.”

Aegon looked at you with sleepy eyes. “You?”

“Yeah. I offered to invite you if it made him feel a little better so it wouldn't be too awkward but he didn't want you dampening the mood.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“Anyway, I think we're just gonna hang out here. If he wants to go out I guess we will but I don't know where.”

“Look at you, going on a date with Aemond and being clueless. Ugh, you two are gonna be so cute,” he mocked.

You flipped him off as you got up and pulled out some extra clothes; black ripped jeans, a black crop top, and a dark red leather jacket paired off with your combat boots.

“So, how'd I look?” You asked Aegon.

“You look normal to me,” he shrugged. “Definitely the same vibes as Aemond. Don't get me wrong, he can be preppy as fuck, but the dude has a lot of punkish stuff.”

“I mean, I guess I've noticed it.” You thought about all the times Aemond wore his black leather jacket and how damn attractive he looked.

“Uh huh, sure,” he waved you off. “But now that I think about it, you two are kinda the same. You're way more fun than him. You have the same drive, even though you try to hide it but I get it, you have a reputation to protect as the troublemaker’s best friend.” He winked at you before turning back to his PC. “Anyway, I’m gonna spend the day finishing off the Thorm siblings so you have fun.”

“Thanks, Aeg,” you gave him a small smile. His dedication to his video games would always be something that you found endearing. Not only that, but he's always been a good friend to you and knew you the best. With that, you left Aegon’s room and headed to the kitchen.

Much to your surprise, Aemond was already there with no laptop or book nearby. He let his hair down for the day and, like you, was dressed in all black but without a pop of color. Absolutely hot as hell.

Shaking off your thoughts, you approached him. “I see we’re both dressed for a funeral. Maybe we’ll spend the day at a cemetery?” you joked.

Aemond looked at you with a bored face. “That's all you have? A cemetery joke?”

“Relax, I'm just trying to lighten the mood.” You bumped his shoulder against his. Looking up at him you could see the ghost of a smile. “Wanna go anywhere or just hang here?”

Aemond rubbed the back of his neck. “There's actually a place I want to check out. It's this ice cream shop called Winterfell and I've heard some nice things about it.”

“An ice cream shop?” You were taken back by his choice but was excited nonetheless. “Sure! We'll bring some back to Hel and Aeg if we can.”

“Yeah, cool.” A true smile, though small, graced his features.

“It's actually not that far of a walk if you don't mind it. I know it's a bit cold but it's not freezing.”

“I could use some fresh air so walking is fine by me.”

Aemond began to walk towards the front door but abruptly stopped. You bumped into him, losing your balance.. He turned around to catch you and you found yourself looking into his eyes. He smiled at you with a bundle of emotions but you couldn't figure out which ones. It was a mix of them; happiness, relief, thankfulness, kindness, excitement.

“Thanks for catching me. Guess I should be paying more attention, huh?” You laughed it off quietly.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he whispered back.

His eyes never left yours and for a brief moment it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

Aemond coughed, breaking the silence and quickly removed his hands from you and opened the door.

“Ladies first, as always.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir.”

He blushed at the comment and turned away to hide it but you didn't miss it. You smiled to yourself, proud of making him flustered.

A gust of wind welcomed you as you stepped out of the doorway. For most, the chill would cause them to curl inwards but you embraced it. The wind wasn't sharp and uncomfortable but rather welcoming like a gulp of refreshing water.

You stood there for a moment basking in the wind when you heard the door lock behind you and appeared by your side. Aemond's hands were buried deep in his pockets as if trying to keep them away from you. He held himself close, tight as a board. The two of you walked together in a comfortable silence. Soon the weather became colder and you ended up gravitating towards each other in a search for warmth.

“So, ice cream? You still want that?” You asked him, breaking the silence.

“Already made it this far, might as well keep going,” he smirked. “They have other stuff if you're too cold for ice cream.”

“I'm never too cold for ice cream,” you proclaimed, only to be cut off by a gust of wind that caused your teeth to clatter.

You tucked your hands in as much as you could and found yourself bumping into him. Aemond bumped you back playfully, a small smile gracing his lips. When you looked at him after being bumped back for the third time you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was when he would smile. It was as though the weight of the world left his shoulders; there was a kind of peacefulness to him.

You bumped him back again but when he retaliated you weren't prepared. He hit you slightly harder than before. Losing your balance, you found yourself heading towards the sidewalk. You couldn't get your hands out of your pockets quick enough so you mentally prepared for your face to smack the ground. Right as you closed your eyes to brace the fall, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Hands still awkwardly in your pockets, you twisted your neck to look at your savior, Aemond.

“Sorry about that.” He coughed to break the awkwardness as he steadied you back on your feet.

“Don't worry, it was just me falling for you,” you joked.

You tried to laugh it off, even pulling your hands out of your pockets to playfully hit his chest, but even you sounded unconvincing. Your laughter died as you noticed some more color on Aemond's cheeks.

“I mean, you know,” you stuttered, “it was more of me falling because of you but that's just semantics.” You laughed a bit more. “For, because, does it really matter?”

Aemond simply looked at you with wide eyes as he still held onto you tight.

You looked down, just realizing that he still had you in his arms, but made no love to leave. Even in the cold and through his leather jacket you could feel his warmth on your hands. There was that pull towards him again, wanting to bring him closer to you, to be closer.

Once again the two of you were simply caught up in one another, content with just being there. It wasn't until Aemond broke eye contact and looked around briefly that the moment ended.

“I think we're here,” he whispered.

You slowly removed your hands from his chest and moved out of his embrace to look around. On the roof of a cozy brick building was an image of a wolf eating ice cream on top of the name of the shop, Winterfell. The rim of the roof was lined with icicle shaped lights, giving it a permanent winter vibe.

Upon entering the shop, the two of you were welcomed by the sweet smells of vanilla and waffle cones. The simple scents brought a warmth that flooded your very being. On one side of the room was a grand display of ice cream and other desserts. The other side had cozy booths for customers to hang out and enjoy their treats. Looking up at Aemond you could tell that he found a sort of comfort as well. A content smile graced his face as he took it all in.

“Hey! Welcome to Winterfell, where it's always winter here!” Boomed voice from the cash register. He was scruffy but had a jolly face. “All of our ice cream is right up here, and we have a lot, so take your time!”

Together you went up to the display of colorful ice cream. You made sure to examine each flavor carefully, focusing on the labels that said what was in each ice cream. Out of all the flavors you finally landed on a s'mores flavored one; vanilla ice cream with marshmallow fluff, chocolate chips, and Graham crackers bits. After you paid for your waffle bowl you turned towards the booths only to find Aemond already halfway done with his vanilla bean waffle bowl. You were so enthralled by the ice cream picking process that you didn't even realize that Aemond had his five minutes ago.

“Why didn't you tell me you already picked yours?” You asked as you settled into the seat opposite of him. “If I had known you were already eating I would've sped up my process.”

“You seemed very invested, I didn't want to interrupt,” he said seriously. He held your stare for a beat before breaking into a smile. “Really, it's okay.”

“But now I have to rush so you don't sit here waiting for me.” You threw your hands up in exasperation.

“It's okay, we can chill here.”

You snorted at the pun. “Heh, chill.”

Aemond rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his ice cream. “I've been wanting to ask,” he started. “Why the sudden ‘let’s hang out’ and ‘let’s start over?’”

“Honestly? I wanted to get to know you. You've constantly been around my life and I figured it would be cool to invite you in a little more,” you shrugged. “Okay, that and Aegon thought if we got closer you'd be less of an ass.”

“That sounds about right for Aegon. But, um, thanks for reaching out to me a bit.”

You could tell Aemond was uncomfortable but thankful all the same. He never really had any friends, never had anyone to do these kinds of things with so this was all kind of new to him.

You reached over the table to place your hand on top of his. “We’re friends, Aemond.”

“Yeah, friends.”

~~~~~~

Over the next few weeks, you and Aemond grew closer and closer. On days when Aegon was too busy with Baldur's Gate 3 - he kept making new saves - you would hang out with Aemond. Some days it was walking to Winterfell, sometimes he would help you study, and other times it would just be you two in the same room doing your own thing but enjoying the presence of the other. Looks were shared between you two that some would consider longing or loving but neither of your acted on them. There were stolen moments of peace every time you hung out with him. Subtle touches that could be interpreted as something more. But the first time you kissed his cheek is when everything began snowball into something more.

You were struggling in a philosophy class at uni and it was showing. Not only was your grade falling but your attitude wasn't the best because you were having shit grades.

Sitting at the kitchen island you smushed your face against your textbook and groaned. “This is impossible!”

“Aw, come on, kitten, it can't be that bad,” Aemond said as he walked in. He held a mug full of hot chocolate and set it down next to you.

“Don't ask me why, but you calling me kitten is nowhere near as terrible as Aegon calling me that.”

“It's because I'm special,” he winked.

You lifted your head off your book and looked at Aemond with those puppy dog eyes you pull off so well.

“Help me, please?” You pouted.

“No need for the look, of course I'll help you.”

Aemond pulled up a chair and sat next to you. You loved it when he was this close and was glad you had the excuse of a philosophy class problem to be with him. You never forgot the plan you had with Aegon but it stopped being that and turned into a genuine desire for friendship, and more, with Aemond. There was no more end goal to move in, just a goal to stay in their life as long as possible. But moving in would be a great perk as well.

Aemond's hair cascaded down his back. When he leaned forward to get a closer look at the book and your work it fell just past his face. You couldn't help but smile at the focus he had on your work. He always took classwork seriously, even if it wasn't his. Even with his hair blocking your view you could see the intensity in his eye.

“Your problem is your reasoning right here.” Aemond circled a sentence with the cursor. “You're playing into a false dilemma fallacy that anyone, if they're paying close attention, can debunk in a minute. Just because these are the most obvious results doesn't mean they're the only ones. There are more answers and you can find them but you have to look. Using the false dilemma fallacy makes your reader, your professor, feel childish. Of course the outcome isn't obvious but it isn't just these two options, either.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I'm just exhausted right now.” You reached for the mug of hot chocolate. “I've been working on classwork for the last few hours and I'm spent. Not all of us are like you, Aemond.”

“It's a skill that can be learned; you'll get there, kitten.”

“Thanks, Aems. You should go so I can focus.”

“Wow, didn't know I had that kind of effect on you, kitten. Kinda makes me want to stay.” A mischievous smile graced his lips as he leaned forward.

You leaned forward to meet him, drawn in by his stupid, yet attractive, smirk. Aemond’s eye darted to your mouth before meeting your eyes. He was giving you an out but you didn't want it. You've wanted him, always wanted him, and now was your chance. You were about to close the distance when you panicked at the last second and moved to kiss his cheek instead.

You pulled back as soon as you could and stuck your head in your work and coughed. “Didn't know you could be as much of a flirt as Aegon,” you laughed awkwardly.

Aemond stepped back, embarrassed. “Yeah, I, um…yeah. I'll leave you to your work then come back and check on you, yeah?”

He left without waiting for a response. When you heard his door close you released your breath.

You and Aemond almost kissed. Almost. But you freaked out and moved to kiss his cheek instead. It was so close, something you've been dreaming about for years, even though you wouldn't admit it, almost happened. Running your hands through your hair you made a plan. It was a stupid plan but it was a plan nonetheless. You'd get Aemond, or at least you'd tell him how you feel. It would just have to be in your style.

~~~~~~

“Hey, wanna have a go at Mario Kart?” You asked him. Today was a relaxing one. You, Aemond, and Aegon were all together in the living room doing your own thing but you were getting restless.

“Mario Kart?” Aemond raised his eyebrows at the suggestion. “You and Aegon turn into complete maniacs.”

You pulled out his nickname. “Aw, come on, Aems!”

“Yeah, Aems,” Aegon snickered.

“Oh, shut up, Aeggy,” Aemond threw back.

“She doesn't even call me that! It's Aeg”

You watched the two bicker in amusement. They may not always have been super close but since you reached out to Aemond their relationship has gotten stronger. They joked around more, even if the insults were still harsh, but it was better than it was before. Aegon even noted it was like how they were when they were younger.

“The three of us can't even play together, we only have two controls,” Aemond argued.

Aegon started to say something but you cut him off quickly. “Okay, fine. A tournament then. You and Aegon play first and whoever wins has to play me.”

Aegon and Aemond grumbled but gave in to the terms.

You watched as they chose their characters. They were certainly…choices. Aegon chose Donkey Kong, which made sense. Crazy and chaotic, much like himself. Then Aemond chose Bowser. On one hand it took you by surprise but on the other it also made sense. After the last few weeks you've learned that Aemond wishes for control, something he's never really had. Aemond in a position of power was something to think about. Quiet and reserved as he could be, you could only imagine what it would be like to be completely at his mercy. Under him, pushed up against a wall, or even his hand at your throat or -

“Every single race is gonna be one of the rainbow roads or any of the harder ones! No skimping out with fucking moo moo meadows this time!” Aegon pulled you out of your thoughts.

Aemond and Aegon were neck and neck the entire time. One race Aemond would win then the other Aegon would win, it was a constant back and forth. The first round of races ended up in a tie, resulting in a second round tie breaker. You rolled your eyes as the brothers hurled insults at and tried to distract each other.

“You drive like an asshole!” Aegon yelled.

“Gotta be an asshole to win, brother,” Aemond quipped.

“Don't you dare use that fucking blue shell or I swear - FUCK!”

The blue shell whizzed past four drivers between Donkey Kong and Bowser, zig zagging through the course until it caught up to Donkey Kong, effectively throwing him up into the air and stunning him for a second. In those precious moments Bowser sped past but Aegon was quick to recover. The two were bumping each other, trying to get the other to fall off the side of the course. But Aegon had one last trick up his sleeve to win the race.

“Hey, Aemond, I think our friend here has a little crush on you,” he said with a smirk.

Aemond lost his concentration and immediately snapped his eyes to you. Aegon seized the moment and raced past a slowed down Bowser to claim his win.

Aegon threw his fist in the air in triumph. “Ha! I win, loser! Okay, come on, next round it's you and m - oh.”

You barely heard Aegon and his shouts over the ringing in your ears. All you could do was look at Aemond. He looked at you with eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. You felt blood rush to your cheeks.

“Um…I think I should go,” you whispered. You dropped your eyes to the ground and dashed out of the room in two strides. Closing the door, you leaned against the wall and buried your face in your hands. There weren't any tears but you could feel the embarrassment tighten your chest. You were about to get up and leave when you heard hurried talking from the room you just left.

“You fucking idiot, did you really want to win so badly that you'd make her fucking leave?” Aemond asked.

“Yes and no. Neither of you were going to make a move so I decided to speed things up. You two are hopeless.”

You straighted up at that comment. Aegon was implying that Aemond felt something more than just friendship with you but you couldn't wrap your mind around it. You wouldn't let yourself. Letting yourself believe that meant being vulnerable. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Aemond, if you would please give me and Aegon the room that would be wonderful.” You said stiffly, your glare never leaving Aegon.

“Yeah, sure.” Aemond made it out of the room in three quick strides, closing the door behind him.

You waited a few seconds to make sure that he wasn't around.

Aegon made himself small on the couch, trying to sink into it.

“Hey, kitten, listen I -”

“Don't. Call. Me. Fucking. Kitten.”

“Okay, okay. Noted, noted, noted. Good stuff - ahem - you're not mad, right?”

“Oh, Aegon.” You took a few steps closer to tower over him. “I'm not mad, I'm fucking pissed.”

“But it was part of our plan!”

“Aegon, our plan changed weeks ago when I started really falling for him!”

Aegon looked at you in awe before breaking into a shit eating grin.

“IT HAPPENED!” He pointed at you and laughed. “I've been waiting for years for you to fall for Aemond. I mean, I know you've liked him for years but it's hitting you hard now. Dude’s been pining over you for a long ass time and now he's actually gonna get some.” He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

“Shut up, Aegon.” You blushed. “I need to tell you something anyway.” You took a seat next to him. “Aemond and I almost kissed.”

“You what?!”

“We almost kissed! I chickened out at the last second and turned to kiss his cheek instead.”

“Gods, you're an idiot. I bet he leaned in first?”

“...maybe. I didn't know he could be as cocky as you.” You relaxed into the couch. “I was gonna be the one to tell him I had feelings until you decided to take shit into your own hands just so you could win a Mario Kart race!” You covered your face with a pillow and screamed.

“You good, kitten?”

“Don't fucking call me that, Aeg. And yeah, sure I'm okay. I just gotta -” you screamed into the pillow again. “Okay, I'm good now.”

“Go talk to him, I bet he's flustered as fuck right now, which I wish I could see.”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, guess I should.” Getting up from the couch you steeled your nerves, preparing yourself for anything. “Wish me luck.” And you stepped out of the room.

You walked down the hallway to Aemond’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey, Aems? Can we talk?”

The door opened and you found yourself looking up at the guy you've been fighting feelings for for years. You looked him in the eye, not wanting to back down out of fear of rejection. But when you looked at him you saw the same. He looked scared, despite hearing his friend wants something more. Just like him.

“So, about what Aegon said, I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you myself and -”

Aemond crashed his lips to yours. Instantly you kissed him back. His arms snaked around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you trying to get closer. Eventually you pulled away, breathless.

“I guess that answers my question then,” you smiled.

“And what would that be?” Aemond pressed his forehead against yours.

“Wanna give us a shot?” You kissed his cheek.

“Oh, hell yes.” He pulled you into a searing kiss, taking you into his room and kicking the door closed.

Everything was perfect. You two fit so well together, as though you were made for each other. He held you tight, as though you would disappear any moment. You swiped your tongue across his lip, asking for entrance and you swear you've never heard anything as sexy as the moan that slipped his mouth.

He gladly complied, tongues fighting for dominance. It was messy and wonderful. Aemond’s hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed himself even closer to you. All you could feel was him, all of him. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and pulled at his hair, making him groan again.

“Holy fuck, I've wanted this for so long,” he said when he broke the kiss.

“Me, too, babe.”

Aemond smiled before dragging you to his bed and climbed on top of you. “All of it?”

“All of you. I want all of you, Aemond.”

As soon as the words left your lips he attacked your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses behind. He found a particular spot on top of your pulse point that had you arching your back and begging for more. Aemond’s hands roamed up your sides before slipping under your shirt and cupping your bra.

“Aemond, please,” you groaned.

“What is it, kitten?” He smirked as he started rubbing circles over your nipples through your bra.

“More please. I need you to - fuck!”

He finally slipped his hands underneath the cups, grasping your tits and pinching both sensitive nubs. Pressure began building up in your core.

And you couldn't get enough of it.

You followed Aemond’s actions and dragges your hands underneath his shirt. He moaned against your neck before pulling up and taking off his shirt. You sat up with him and held your arms in the air expectantly.

“Will you do the honors?” You asked.

“Hell yes.” He looked at you with his eye full of lust before tearing off your shirt and bra.

You sat before him, bare, but you never felt more comfortable.

“Gods, your tits are fucking beautiful.” Aemond bent down and took a nipple into his mouth and you couldn't help the sound that came out of yours.

You tangled your hands in his hair and held him tight while he worshiped you. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, he couldn't live without you.

You brought your hands down to the waistband of his jeans and palmed him through his pants. You could feel how big and hard he was and you were excited to get him inside you. You moved your hands to his chest, ready to push him over and move on top but he stopped you.

“I haven't tasted that pussy yet and I need to before we do anything else.”

You whimpered as he pushed you back down and slid your pants off.

“Look at you, soaked through your panties. Such a fucking slut for me.” He placed an open mouth kiss over the growing wet spot.

“Aemond please!”

“Please what? Use your words kitten.”

“Please fuck me,” you begged.

“Almost there,” he smiled wickedly as he tore off your panties and replaced his mouth over your soaking center.

You couldn't help but watch him lap at your folds. He flattened his tongue against your core and liked straight through to that little bundle of nerves. When he brushed it with his tongue you couldn't help but moan his name and dive your hands into his hair. You swore you felt him smile against you. Aemond switched between licking and sucking on you clit, making you crazy, building up that pressure until you couldn't hold it anymore.

“Fuck, Aemond, I'm -” a silent scream left you as he brought you to your peak.

He held you down by your thighs, refusing to let you get away. He carried you all the way through and didn't wait to start again.

“Aemond, you're gonna make me cum again,” you cried.

That only seemed to spur him on, his ministrations becoming faster and faster. He moved his focus to your clit so he could sneak a finger in. Then another. Then another. The stretch felt so good and it made you cry for more. Between his licks and his fingers you came for a second time.

Aemond lifted his head from between your thighs and looked at you with absolute adoration. You pulled him into a hot kiss, tasting yourself on him.

“I need you inside me. Now.”

He sat on his haunches and fumbled around his night stand when you stopped him.

“I want to feel you raw. I want you to finish inside me.”

Aemond pushed you back down on the bed and took off his pants. His cock was standing at attention, already weeping with precum. You licked your lips at the sight of it. Fuck, he was big and you were absolutely ready.

He climbed over and pressed a kiss to you before lining himself up.

“You sure, kitten?”

“Aemond. Targaryen.” You pulled him into another kiss. “Fuck. Me.”

He pushed in slowly, letting you adjust to him. The stretch was slow and sweet. When he bottomed out you kissed him slow.

As you kissed him you began to lift your hips, encouraging him to move. He was soon thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, you feel so good, kitten.”

“More please. More, more, more!”

“Gods, you're such a fucking slut.”

Aemond held your hands above your head as he sped up. He bent down to capture a nipple and sucked. The added stimulation barrelling you to your third orgasm. With a strangled cry you clenched around his cock, hitting your high once again.

“I'm not done with you yet,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

He flipped you over onto your belly and grabbed your hips so your ass was in the air.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured.

You felt him kiss your ass before smacking it hard. You couldn't help but moan. He smoothed the red skin with his palm and placed another kiss giving you a false sense or security. You rocked back into him only to feel him sheath himself fully.

Aemond gave you no time to adjust to the new position and fucked you hard and fast. His hands slid up and down your body, once again finding your tits, and tweaked your nipples.

He grunted as he began to fuck you harder. “All mine. Fuck, you're all mine.”

“Yours. I'm yours, Aemond” you babbled. “Please cum inside me, I want you.”

“Fuck, kitten.”

You spurred him on, his thrusts becoming messier and more erratic. Your fourth peak was coming faster than you anticipated, your walls clenching his cock.

“Babe, I'm gonna cum again!”

“Cum for me, kitten,” he commanded.

You screamed his name as you fell apart; your orgasm triggering his. Aemond fell on top of you and moved to hold your hand. Both of you were breathing hard but stayed in the moment together.

“Aemond, that was…”

“Yeah, it was.” He turned to you and smiled. “So, would you say we're together now?”

“Yeah, I’d say that.” You pressed your forehead against his. “Please don't get up, it feels nice.”

“Anything for you.”

You and Aemond laid there on the bed still joined together. It was intimate and sweet, a moment shared between the two of you.

When Aemond got up you flinched at the stimulation and groaned at the lack of warmth.

“Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I'm just gonna clean us up,” he said as he tossed on some sweats and a sweatshirt.

You smiled to yourself as he left the room, happy that you can now call Aemond yours.

But your moment of peace was interrupted by a certain brother.

“YOU DID IT!” Aegon yelled through the door. “YOU FUCKING DID IT YOU FUCKED AEMOND! GOOD JOB, BUD!”

“AEGON GO THE FUCK AWAY!” You rolled your eyes at your best friend’s ridiculousness.

“AEGON, LEAVE!” Came Aemond’s voice.

“All right, all right. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone.” You could hear his stupid smirk through the door.

Aemond entered the room, face completely red with embarrassment. “So I guess Aegon is excited.”

“I guess he is,” you grinned.

As Aemond cleaned you up you couldn't help but think about the last few weeks, over your entire friendship with Aemond. He's always been there but now he was yours. You two grew together, learned about each other in ways you thought would only be a dream. You may be Aegon's best friend but now you were certain you were Aemond’s heart. But you had one last question.

“So can I move in?”

[vhaenna]

This is so modern!aegon x reader.

You can't convince me otherwise.

[mistreatedangel]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, Aegon ii Targaryen.

SUMMARY: loves in the air, but here you are nose deep in your comforter hiding away from the world.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

WARNINGS: modern au!, other then that none!

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It was Valentine's Day and here you were crumbling in pain from no only the time of the month that decided it wanted to come earlier then planned but a raging hangover from the night prior you had out with your boyfriend sister: Helaena.

"Fuck me." You groaned rolling over into you side, trying to reduce the pain that was shooting up through you body. It was the time of the month and not only that it was Valentine's Day. "Why does the world hate me this much."

Your boyfriend who wouldn't be home till, after his shift at the local nearby nightclub. Which should be no longer then a few minutes. Pushing through the pain you reached over and snatched your phone of the nightstand, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Placing the phone over your head to have it unlock, tapping on your call log, till you came across his name: aegon or eggy for short.

Hit dial, breathing in and out. Holding in a cry as your eyes glossed over with tear ready to slip from your big round eyes, "Fuck me, fuck."

Finally answer after the third ring. "Yeah babe?"

"Eggy. . . babe can you buy me something."

"Anything."

"Can you by me some pads?"

"Yeah sure. . . uhm but that size is your pussy again?" He generally asked. Pulling his jacket of the rack in the back room of his work place, making sure to check if he had ever thing, holding the phone with his shoulder with his ear keeping it in place.

"Really eggy."

"What it's a genuine question."

Huffing rolling your eyes pushing yourself into a sitting up position, trying to rub the pain away. "Large and please make sure they have wings."

"Right on it. Love you."

Hanging up the phone staring off into you ceiling tryin to kill time till he arrived with you pads. It seemed like the time dragged on, especially when your in pain or waiting for something.

Drifting in and out of sleep, you snapped your head to your bedroom door where you all so handsome boyfriend stood with a stupid smile on his lips. Hands filled with not only your pads but a Bouquet of your favorite flowers with a big box of chocolate wedged between the flowers, with a beautiful handwritten and made card.

"Hey." He softly called. Making sure to slowly walk to you, as you pushed yourself up in to a sitting position. Eyes wandering over your boyfriend and his arrangement of gifts in his tattooed arms.

"All for me?" You stupidly questioned, with a small smile on your lips as tears began to block you vision. Eyes glossed over with tears, huffing trying to push down a cry from your lips. No one has ever actually went all out for you.

"Yeah baby, all for you." He replied placing a delicate soft lips on your lips, making sure to wipe the start tears from your cheeks. Observe the way your body language.

Placing your hands over your lips, holding back a cry. "I love you. You know that right."

"I know baby. I know. Happy valentine's day." Placing the Bouquets in your arms, leaning in placing a meaningfully kiss on your forehead.

[madame-fear]

Modern!Aegon: I wasn’t that drunk. Y/N: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Modern!Aegon: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Never Gonna Be Alone [part 1]

Summary: A collection of small moments that lead to falling in love with your roommate. This is a Modern Day!AU.

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Author's Note: I've been writing two horribly depressing stories simultaneously for a while now and I needed a break from the angst. I hope that you all enjoy this.

Warnings for the entire series: language, drug & alcohol use, pining, fluff, possible angst, and possible sexual content. Plus, me attempting to be a comedian.

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She said, "he's kind of messy in every aspect of his life, but he's fun to be around!" Then, she very positively followed that up with, "I think you two would really get along!"

You met Helaena in college, and to be honest, you really didn't know her that well. She was a friend of a friend who had been in a few of the same classes as you, went to the same bars, and had a similar taste in art and music. She'd like every selfie, or ask to borrow a book you posted about, but you had never really hung out alone together.

So when your phone started ringing on a Friday night, after you were already three margaritas deep and swimming in queso dip at your cousin's birthday party, and it was Helaena Targaryen's name flashing across the screen, you were admittedly concerned; though, you'd always known her to be a pretty sincere person, so you took her word for it when she said that you should let her older brother move into the empty, second bedroom of your apartment. It might have been the tequila, or the fact that you were just that desperate, but you immediately agreed to her proposition without question.

You had been trying to rent the room out for months when it became impossible to afford the luxury of living alone, but every person that was interested happened to fall through for one reason or another. You had even offered a discounted rate (as the bedroom was smaller than yours and there was only one bathroom and it was a Jack-and-Jill), but you still couldn't find a good fit.

Enter Aegon Targaryen.

Suddenly, a guy whom you could only describe as 'that has to be Helaena's brother', was knocking on your door a week later. There was beat up Wrangler sitting on the curb behind him filled to the roof with cardboard boxes, and a tiny U-Haul hitched to the bumper with what little bit of furniture he had. He looked at you, blinked a few times and said, "I'm Aegon." You introduced yourself and he nodded; there were no pleasantries, no hand shakes or smiles. He just walked into your apartment, looked around, and then started moving his things in.

It was mid-July, so obviously there were better things you could be doing with your time than helping a complete stranger move his things into your home during a drought and a heat wave. Yet, you slid on your sandals and got to work after you had started to feel bad that you were sitting pretty in the air conditioning while your new roommate struggled in the humidity.

It didn't take long until the only thing left was his mattress. You weren't even sure how he got that monstrosity stuffed into the tiny trailer in the first place. It was ridiculously bulky and much heavier than it needed to be, but he swore that it was the most comfortable mattress you'd ever lay on in your life- a fact that you would just have to take his word for. You struggled, a lot, but put on a brave face as Aegon did most of the heavy lifting in the back and you navigated up front.

As you were coming up the porch steps with your sunglasses sliding off of your face as you dripped with sweat, and your arms tired from hours of heavy lifting (saving the heaviest for last, which was a terrible idea), you ended up missing the stoop completely and landing on your ankle awkwardly. You played it off until you had gotten the mattress onto his bed frame, and then silently cried about it in your now shared bathroom; quietly cursing the economy for forcing this situation upon you. Later that night as you were sitting on the couch, with your swollen ankle elevated on a couple of throw pillows, your new roommate tosses a bag of frozen peas in your lap and continues into his room with a bowl of cereal for dinner.

"Thanks," you called after him but only heard the sound of his bedroom door closing in reply.

Over the next few weeks you observed quite a bit about Aegon Targaryen. You knew which spoon was his favorite, how he preferred his tea, that he washed his hair with tea tree shampoo, and enjoyed mint chocolate chip ice cream. He cut the crust off of his sandwiches when he ate them at home, but when he packed his lunch he left them on. He could drink an entire box of wine by himself, but he typically stopped after two glasses, and he always asked if you wanted him to pour you one. He talked to his siblings a lot, but never his parents, and he really enjoyed watching dog videos on his phone while sitting on the couch as you tried to watch your show.

And when he laughed, he belly laughed, and you couldn't help but smile softly to yourself when he did.

Despite how taciturn he may have been, he was still good company, even if you were just sitting on opposite ends of the sofa doing your own thing. He always thanked you when you would leave leftovers in the fridge with a sticky note that had his name on it, and you started making sure that you made enough for two. When he came home late on the weekends, he tried his absolute hardest to do so quietly, but with those hardwood floors, it was almost impossible. He'd wake you up every single time, but you would never say anything. It was hardly an inconvenience after the many nights you'd fall asleep to the sound of him softly strumming his guitar in the next room.

And yet, you just couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop. Because it had to, right? Surely this would be a nightmare; God finally sending a punishment for your sins and giving him the face of a literal angel for shits and giggles. You weren't entirely convinced he wasn't Karma-In-Disguise, as the only other option was just too good to be true.

One morning you woke to find Aegon in the kitchen, standing at the counter, making himself a cup of tea. He had already brewed a pot of coffee for you and there was a box of assorted pastries sitting on the table, one of which he was holding between his teeth as he poured a splash of milk into his cup. He turned to you, leaning against the counter and took a bite out of his scone.

"What's this?" You quirked an eyebrow as you studied the scene.

"A 'thank you', I s'pose," he shrugged, voice deep with residual exhaustion. He scratched at the short stubble on his chin, almost nervously, "It's been like a month since I moved in here, and, to be honest, I wasn't really expecting you to let me stay longer than a week."

You laughed softly and took a few steps deeper into the kitchen, taking note of how comfortable the space was with his presence in it. You couldn't ignore the way your pulse quickened at the sight of him in this light; the way the soft, morning sun bounced off of his blonde hair like a halo. He stayed right where he was as you moved around him; his tired, blue eyes following as you grabbed your favorite mug and a spoon from the drawer.

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to want to stay," you mentioned as you stood next to him and added two scoops of sugar to your cup. Your eyes flickered up to meet his stare, which was so blue you might as well have been looking up at the sky itself. "We're basically strangers."

"I wouldn't say that," he shrugged, lips curling into a small smirk, and you had to stop looking at him before you spilled coffee all over yourself.

"Oh? What are we then?" You asked, feeling your cheeks warming slightly as you averted your gaze.

"Not strangers," you could hear the smirk in his tone; his gaze lingering for a moment longer before he took another bite of his pastry and pushed himself off the counter. "Besides," he added, taking a few steps towards the living room before glancing back at you. "A stranger wouldn't know your favorite bakery."

You laughed softly through your nose, realizing that your new roommate had just admitted to eavesdropping on your late-night FaceTime conversations with your best friend. Though, you were sure it was only because he didn't have a choice in the matter; the walls were paper-thin, after all. But, you remembered telling her just the day before yesterday how badly you were craving a chocolate croissant, but getting one was difficult because they were always sold out.

There were four chocolate croissants in that box.

"Fuck," you sighed.

[targaryen-dynasty]

Congrats on 2k!!! LOVEEEEE 💞 I WAS SO INDECISIVE OF WHAT I WANTED but I finally chose meleys

Can I get Aegon II with the prompt #87 “wanna fuck?”

This screams him fr.

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Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x female Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and intoxication

WORDS: 792

NOTES: Tysm, Mae!! This request was amazing, and it's so on point for him. 😭

Let's celebrate my milestone!

It’s the fifth jello shot you’re drowning with Helaena, the frat party around you in full throttle, and even before you’ve swallowed it down, you feel your inhibitions sinking lower and lower. What certainly doesn’t help is the skimpy, black dress you’re wearing, hugging your curves so well, it’s taken your confidence sky high. 

Helaena has left the dancefloor a few minutes ago to stalk off with none other than Jace Velaryon, the quarterback of Westeros’ greatest football team, the King’s Landing Commanders. It’s widely rumored he’s the owner of the teams largest packet, so you don’t begrudge her that she’s left you alone. She’s certainly earned herself a good fuck for the night. 

Swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music, though it’s not exactly the kind of music you usually listen to, the state of your tipsiness gets you off-balance for a moment, prompting you to take a step back to steady yourself, and bump into something very firm. 

“Easy there,” the gruff voice rings out, and knowing who it belongs to, you turn on your heels with a teasing grin. 

“Aeg,” you reply, meeting his eyes. 

He’s Helaena’s older brother, and ever since he’s switched teams to join the Oldtown Saints, people rarely see him around. It’s clear that his presence somewhat catches you by surprise. There hasn't been anything happening between the two of you, however, it has been more than dangerously close at more than one of Alicent Targaryen’s famous family dinners. 

His hand trails to your back, and he uses that grip to pull you against his side. You’re forced to hold onto him to steady yourself, but you don’t really mind. He’s charming, easy on the eyes, and there’s certainly worse company lingering around at the party. Jason Lannister, for example. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, his eyes flitting down to take in your body. His Adam's apple bobs slightly as he lets them linger on your exposed thighs, taking in the short skirt. 

You bring a hand to his chest, and turn yourself in his grasp so your body faces him now. “Enjoying myself?” you purr, licking your lips. “I always do when I have such fine company.” 

Aegon grins at your words, his eyes taking over a hooded look that has you squeeze your thighs for a moment. 

He dips his head forwards, bringing his lips on a level with your ears, the proximity allowing him to take in your scent and let his warm breath caress your skin. “Oh, is that so?” It feels as if his voice has become ten times huskier after your words, a thrill of arousal flickering up your spine. “Well, that makes two of us.”

You lick your lips yet again, and tilt your head forwards. You’re batting your eyelashes at him when you speak, the flirting game you’re playing is all too obvious now. “Good answer,” you muses, grinning mischievously. 

The tension between you two is thick enough to be cut with a knife, and you figure that with Hel away somewhere probably getting dicked down, you’re more than allowed to have some fun yourself. After all, she knows that there was a time you’ve lusted after Aegon. 

“I’m glad you’re so easily pleased,” he teases. It’s clear he’s noticed your attraction towards him, and even though his jab at your susceptible manner should make you feel slightly embarrassed, you can’t bring yourself to care; not when his scent and the warmth emanating off him makes your mind hazy with lust. 

He has his signature smirk splayed over his pouty lips, the one that sputters with cockiness and always has you biting your lips. 

His breathing is just as heavy as yours, and you giggle softly when you feel his hand squeezing your side, and it works to bring you closer towards him, pressing against him to escape the pinch of his fingers. 

Aegon scoffs, and with his head tilted forwards and his hooded, lilac eyes lingering on your lips, it’s his voice ringing out again. “Wanna fuck, sweetheart?” 

It’s as blunt as it can get, yet that’s exactly what you want. “God, yes,” you chuckle. “Two more minutes without you asking, and I would have jumped your bones right here and then.”

“Now, that’s what I call an enthusiastic answer,” he teases. “I know a spot.”

Your side is squeezed once again by him, before he intertwines your fingers and leads you through the crowd to the rooms upstairs. As far as you know, he doesn’t know any of the people belonging to the frat that hosts this party, yet you wouldn’t even care if he’d fuck you out in the open as long as it would give you what you want. Him. 

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INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 4: you must like me for me.

New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

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PAIRING - Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY - the unexpected presence of Aegon in your room brings the so desired moment of him finally seeing you as a friend. However, you were never good at giving advice and it all ends in a big mess.

TW/TAGS - cursing, body dysmorphia, mentions of blood, insecurities, this might be considered as a slight chubby!aegon, make out session, mentions of nudity, slow burn, friends to lovers, things get heated but nothing happens. If something is missing pls let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE - hi everyone, do you remember this fic? lmao. i know it's been MONTHS since i posted sth for this story, but well, i finally got the inspiration to write this, so this came out. I promise to be fully dedicated to this fic bc it's time i finish this already and bc im excited for it!! now im on vacations so i guess I'll have more time so... thank you if you waited for this fic, and thank you for reading!!🤍

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When you finally entered the loft your right hand was holding three files filled with tests for you to grade while the other one was carrying your bag and the keys of your home. You quickly scanned the living room to see if someone was there in order to greet them, but it was empty and messy as usual; leftovers of pizza and a half empty bottle of Coke soda in the center table. “It must've been Aegon”, you thought.

With a sigh you walked towards your room, worrying not to drop anything from your hands and thanking the gods as you saw the door slightly open. You kicked it, accidentally hard enough to make it smack against the wall behind it, and as soon as you looked inside the room, your eyes widened in surprise and all the things that were held by your trembling arms fell around the floor.

Aegon was standing in the middle of your room, shirtless and in the middle of flexing his muscles right in front of your mirror. He noticed your presence immediately, and he ran towards his shirt that was laying on your bed and covered his naked chest with a wild expression remarkably printed on his now red face.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, breathlessly.

"This is my room!" you quickly replied, ignoring the thousands of papers that were now scattered on the floor.

"Weren't you supposed to arrive at six? It's four pm!" Aegon rapidly put his shirt back on.

"We- they let us go home earlier because it's the school's anniversary- what are you doing here?" you spoke, stammering and interrupting yourself. You were still a bit taken aback with this whole situation.

There was a slight moment of doubt in Aegon's mind that was quite evident for your observant eye; he looked away from you as his arms crossed in front of his chest to cover himself even when he was no longer exposing himself. You arched your eyebrow, silently insisting on an answer or some kind of explanation; two days ago you could have sworn he did not like you, but now seeing him standing in your room in such a condition made you overthink everything.

However, before you could think about questioning his lack of words, Aegon sighed loud enough for you to hear the embarrassment and resignation, and soon a mumble followed.

"You have a mirror," he replied.

His response did nothing but confused you even more. A frown appeared on your face, one small gesture that Aegon might have misinterpreted as an angered one if he hadn't known you enough.

"A mirror?" Aegon nodded.

"You're the only one who has one in the bedroom, and-"

"What about the bathroom?" You interrupted out of pure curiosity. "And Aemond has one too."

"Jace has been taking a shit for hours and Aemond forbade me to enter his room since what happened the last time." You were about to open your mouth to ask about it, but he was faster. "Don't ask," he warned you, and you pressed your lips together, remaining silent. "Listen, just forget this. I'm gonna leave right now, and we'll pretend this never happened. Okay?"

He started to walk towards you in order to cross the doorframe behind you. He passed right next to you, and for some unknown reason, your body decided to act before your mind could even process what was going on. Before you even noticed, your hand was wrapped around Aegon's wrist in a grip that was surprisingly strong. Aegon froze right in the spot and the first thing he did was to watch your hand, to then lift his face and lay his deep, lavender eyes on you.

Your jaw clenched, unsure of what to do since everything seemed to be happening strangely fast. The situation was confusing, and it made you act out of instinct leaving you standing there beside him, with just a few seconds left to say something before it turned into something awkward and weird.

Aegon, who would naturally and instinctively reject other people's touch, did not even attempt to push you away from him; he just waited until you removed your hand from his wrist. His reaction was quickly excused by his own mind, thinking that it was only because you took him by surprise.

"Uh…" you muttered, still trying to process what to say, "if- if there's something troubling you, you can tell me, you know? Maybe it's something I can help with."

He just shrugged, trying to make it seem unimportant.

"Not really," he said, leaving the room afterwards without saying another word.

You sighed, resigned to only be seen as his roommate and not as a friend. You tried not to think about it while you kneeled down to pick up the files and papers that fell from your hands when you entered your room, because you did not want it to let it bother you.

But, when you managed to put all your things on your desk, you turned around and saw Aegon standing in the doorway with arms crossed and a defeated look on his face, which had a slight pinkish tone that you would have found adorable in another situation.

"Actually, yes," he started, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, as if he was scared of someone else listening to the conversation. "I kinda need help with something… I- uh, well, you are a girl so you probably know about this stuff, so…"

It was a difficult task for you to hide the emotion that lightened up your face after hearing his words, finally seeing the perfect opportunity to bond with the guy that has been avoiding you for weeks.

"Of course," you replied, trying not to speak too fast. "I can help you with anything."

"Alright." He nodded, looking down at the floor as he seemed to be putting some order to his words before they left his mouth. "So, the girl you saw the other day, the girl in the bar, remember?"

"I knew you liked her!"

"Well, I just want to bang her, but that's one way to put it," Aegon shrugged after his explanation, while you pressed your lips. "The thing is that, I think she's super hot and gorgeous, and way out of my league, and-"

"Oh, Aegon, you are handsome too!" You interrupted, and he quickly started to look impatient.

"Yeah, but that's not the point," he said, exasperated. "The thing is, the last time that I had sex, the girl I was fucking- uh… well, she said something about my body that really took me off."

"What did she say?" You curiously asked.

"She kinda made fun of it," he replied quickly, as if he was embarrassed.

Your eyes softened immediately after, and your first instinct was to touch him to give him support; however, halfway there you remembered he did not like those gestures, so your hand ended up in the air and seconds later you put it back. Aegon's breath was caught in his throat as he saw how your hand was so close to his skin.

"I'm sorry, Aegon."

"And now I can't get naked in front of this hot girl, even when I really want to!" He cleared his throat, and his tone suddenly changed, now being more angered rather than sad. "I just want to get laid, but I can't! This chick cursed me or something."

"You're not cursed," you said, trying to comfort him somehow. "Listen, you need to work on your self confidence, and-"

"And how do I do that?"

"Do what?"

"How can I work on my self confidence?"

You frowned, "I don't- I'm not sure how-"

"Oh come on!" He raised his voice with exasperation. "You're a teacher! Aren't you supposed to give guidance to your students?"

"Well, my students don't usually ask for sexual advice from their teacher so…"

"You need to help me, please," he pleaded, and you could clearly see the despair in his eyes begging you to say something useful.

You knew you could not fuck this up, not when it was probably the only chance you could have to bond with him after days trying to make him look at you as a friend. Inside of your mind you tried to remember anything that could work in this situation, all those psychology seminars you attended during your college days were coming back to your mind as you thought of an answer.

"Well, you can… try to stand naked in front of a mirror, maybe after you shower, and see the qualities of your body that you like the most."

“Would that work?”

“It might.”

“You sure?”

“Uh… Yes.”

He stood there, silently looking at the floor as he nodded. He muttered something that sounded like a ‘thanks’, and then he slowly turned around. He was visibly embarrassed, he was feeling too vulnerable to look at your face after opening up to you. Of course you immediately noticed, and, as you tried to ignore it, you found some words that you thought he might need to hear.

"Aegon," you called him, and he froze with one foot out of the room and the other inside. He turned around to look at you over his shoulder, and you sighed, "just remember that every person has his own concept of beauty, and only because someone didn't appreciate yours, it doesn't mean other girls won't… We are all beautiful under the right pair of eyes."

He clenched his jaw, gave you a small –almost unnoticeable– nod, and he left. You stood there for a few more seconds before you returned your attention to what you were supposed to be doing. The papers that now were on your desk, were waiting for you to grade them. Just the mere thought of reading through them made you sigh with exhaustion.

It was going to be a long day.

A knock on your door got you distracted enough for you to stop doing your task. The pen dropped from your hand as you turned around to find Jace with a soft smile on his face. You smiled back at him.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Are you too busy?” He asked, “I've brought some Chinese food to eat for dinner.”

“Let me finish revising these papers and I'll be there in a minute,” you said as he nodded.

He was about to leave, but then he returned. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he started, “the bathroom lock is broken, so you need to knock before you get in, just in case we're inside.”

“Are you guys gonna buy a new one?”

“Yes. Aemond will go tomorrow after work, we'll divide the costs afterwards,” he explained.

“Oh, alright.”

“Now, hurry or the food will get cold,” he said, and then left the room leaving the door open.

You managed to finish the paper a few minutes later, and then you went to the bathroom to wash your hands before going to eat with the rest. You did what you were told, and you knocked on the door. You waited a couple of seconds, making sure no one would reply from inside before you finally opened the door.

As soon as you opened it, you saw Aegon standing in front of the mirror and staring at himself. Naked.

“Oh, Gods!” you yelped. Your eyes involuntarily taking a quick look over him.

Damn.

“What the fuck?!” he screamed, covering his nudity with both of his hands and wildly blushing.

“Oh gods, I'm so sorry-”

“Get out!”

You acted so quickly that your legs tumbled against each other on your way out. The loud sound of the door closing behind your back echoed in the empty hall as you covered your mouth with your hand, a nervous giggle escaped from your lips before you could even try to hold it back. Your eyes were wide open, and your mind tried to process what you had just seen; Aegon fully naked.

Aemond and Jace soon appeared in the hall as they heard the screaming and the door slam. You looked at them with your breathing fast and sharp, staring at them as if you've seen a ghost. Their curiosity peaked.

“What happened?” Aemond asked, visibly worried.

“Uh- I…”

“Are you okay?” he asked again, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed.

“I just- I need to- uh… wait for me a bit, I'll- I'll be back in a minute.”

The heat on your cheeks was impossible to ignore as you locked yourself in your room, completely ignoring their questions; you were panicking. You felt dumb, and you closed your eyes frustrated knowing that you screwed it up. You invaded his space and now he will, inevitably, put some distance with you. Now you just wanted to bury your face in the pillow out of embarrassment. How were you supposed to talk to him now that you saw him in all his glory?

And, oh gods, there was glory.

You were ashamed of what just happened; or maybe you just felt embarrassed because you couldn't help but blush at the memory of his body.

The pillow between your hands went straight to your face, muffling the groan that you let go as you fell onto your bed. Gods, you were fucked.

That very same early morning, after finishing their shift, Aegon was supposed to make his first move on the girl who had been in his mind. It was already closing time, the bar was empty at 5am and there was only him and Ceryse. She would occasionally glance at him hoping he would notice that she wore her tightest shirt for him. However, Aegon was busy trying to cheer himself up, trying to forget about that stupid chuckle of yours that still echoed in his mind, haunting him like a fucking ghost.

He had heard you, and –of course– his insecurities made him think the worst.

He was so nervous. It was almost embarrassing how sweaty his palms were; the situation was out of his control and he hated it. He was barely able to focus on his task, absentmindedly cleaning a glass with a cloth as he tried so hard to ignore her presence just to not feel so anxious. His shaky hands failed, and his plan to go unnoticed was unsuccessful; the glass slipped from his fingers and broke into pieces on the floor.

Ceryse widened her eyes and she immediately went to help him, which only made things worse for him. In a desperate attempt to keep her away, he kneeled on the floor and started to pick the glasses with his bare hands, causing small cuts all over his fingers as he did. Low curses and soft moans left his lips as the pinching pain appeared, and Ceryse —as lovely as always— tried to stop him by grabbing his hands and forcing him to stand up.

“You fool,” she mumbled, looking at the bleeding cuts on his fingertips. “You hurted yourself.”

“It's not a big deal-”

“Let me get the emergency kit, don't do anything,” she went to the manager’s office and came back in about a minute later with a red and white box in her hands. Aegon was breathing heavily. He had never felt so insecure.

With the help of a forceps, she started to remove the tiny pieces of glass from his fingers. Aegon would hold his breath, not being able to control his heartbeat when he had her so close to him; he was able to smell her perfume and see her cleavage. He knew he had to be excited, he knew he had all the reasons to enjoy that moment, but you and your stupid giggle refused to leave his mind.

“There,” she murmured as she finished. “Nice and clean.”

Aegon looked at his fingers and noticed how small drops of blood were forming in the tiny cuts. Ceryse took a small tissue and gently tapped on the wounds, cleaning them. Aegon had his lips slightly parted, stiff as a rock as he was almost scared to move. He cursed again, and she softly smiled at him as she finished.

“There you go,” she said, “clean and healed.”

“Uh… Thanks,” Aegon replied, giving her an awkward smile.

She remained silent for a bit, looking at him up and down through her long, blonde lashes. She was visibly flirting with him, but he seemed to be ignoring her. Ceryse had been waiting long enough for him to make the first move, so she now took advantage of their situation; both of them completely alone in the closed bar, about to finish their night shift. She wasn't going to let this opportunity go.

“Are you done playing that game?” She asked. Aegon frown.

“What?”

“I've noticed the way you look at me, Aegon…” she murmured. His breathing was caught on his throat when she started to slowly unbutton her blouse. “I want to let you know that… I've been wanting the same thing for a long time.”

“What- I- uh… what?”

She giggled, and it was the sexiest sound he had ever heard, yet it wasn't enough to suppress your goddamn laugh. A small ‘fuck’ escaped his lips before he could hold it back, and her hands were pressed on his thighs as she leaned towards him. Aegon hummed, cheeks burning red as he felt so exposed all of the sudden.

“We're alone now,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his jaw. “We can do it right here, right now…”

“I don't know if- If it's a good idea…”

She looked shocked.

“Is Aegon Targaryen rejecting an adventure?” she teased him. “Who are you?”

“There's cameras.”

“I turned them off when I went to the office.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“That would only make things spicier.”

“What if it's Nick,” he said, referring to their manager.

“He won't come until 10am.”

He ran out of excuses. The eagerness was visible in her eyes as she bit her lip.

“I'm done waiting, Aegon…” she murmured.

“Ceryse-”

She silenced him with a kiss, and he widened his eyes. He was unable to concentrate on whatever was happening at that moment. His heart was racing, his breathing suddenly ragged, and his hands still shaking as he tried to hold her waist.

Aegon tried to focus and enjoy this. He closed his eyes and followed the kiss, but things got a bit more complicated when she daringly grabbed one of his hands and put them in her rear. Somehow, he felt uncomfortable, so instead of giving her a squeeze, he moved his hands to her hips.

Fuck, he wanted to run and hide.

When her hands attempted to go under his shirt, he squirmed away from her touch, still managing to keep his lips pressed against hers. She giggled, thinking he was just playing hard to get, but as she repeated the action, the outcome was the same.

“Come on, baby,” she murmured against his lips, starting to feel the awkwardness of the situation.

“Just- wait… Ceryse, wait.”

“Don't be shy now…” she said, biting his lip. Aegon hissed.

“I need you to wait- shit,” he said as he squirmed away from her touch once again.

She leaned back, taking a few steps backwards before she looked at him. Her hands immediately went to her chest, to cover the skin that was exposed thanks to her unbuttoned blouse. Her cheeks lit up like fire as she realized how uncomfortable Aegon was.

“Shit…” she murmured, feeling deeply ashamed. “I thought- I thought you liked me. I'm sorry…”

“I do, I swear, I- Ceryse!”

“I'm so sorry, Aegon.”

“No, Ceryse, wait-”

She turned around and left, picking her bag from the counter and leaving the bar in a hurry. Aegon stood there, frozen in his place, his purple eyes filled with confusion to what had just happened, and once the realization hit him like a truck, he brushed his hands against his face and sighed.

“For fuck’s sake.”

Back in the apartment, you were sitting drinking your morning coffee before going to school. You were staring at the news on the TV before you heard the front door slamming close. You jumped in your place, looking confused until Aegon appeared in your sight; your cheeks immediately getting warm as the image of his nudity came back to your mind. However, the expression on his face made you forget about all the embarrassment, and you worried instantly. You hurried to stand up from the kitchen table and go towards him, he groaned as soon as he noticed you were getting closer.

“Aegon, are you alright?” You asked, but there was no answer.

He walked past you, going to the kitchen and ignoring you completely. Of course that your preoccupation did not let you notice such a gesture.

“Hey, is there something you want to talk about?” You insisted, trying to look over his shoulder. “I know what happened might be a little embarrassing for you, but I just want you to know that I barely saw anything!”

Aegon ignored you again.

“Aegon, come on,” you said. “I can help you with anything-”

“Can you?” He interrupted you as he finally turned around and acknowledged your presence. “Because last time you helped me, you cause me another fucking trauma!”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, closing his eyes while he debated inside his mind whether to tell you what had just happened or just keep it to himself. But you were annoyingly insistent, and he just wanted to be alone all day.

He always wanted to be alone when things went wrong.

“You fucked me up even more!” he exclaimed, making you lean back and your lower lip trembled, feeling awful. “I couldn't fuck Ceryse because your stupid laugh was replaying in my mind over and over again,” he confessed. “Like a fucking reminder that my body sucks!”

“Aegon, I didn't-”

“You fucking laughed at me!”

“I didn't laugh at you, Aegon!” you raised your voice, matching his tone. “I was nervous, it was an awkward situation. I saw you naked! Of course I would get nervous!”

Aegon went silent, pressing his lips in a thin line as his eyebrows furrowed. You took a step closer, but he took a step back. You sighed defeated, knowing that all the progress you have made to become his friend had easily vanished in a matter of seconds.

“Look,” you said. “I'm sorry, Aegon. I never meant to make you feel bad.”

He scoffed.

“Yeah, as if a simple apology would fix it,” he said, pettily.

You both stayed in silence for a few seconds, your lips pressed in a thin line as you tried to come up with a solution to your problem. It was certain that you did not have too many options, and Aegon was not giving signs of having an idea to fix it either. That is why you panicked, and your hands went to the hem of your shirt and started to lift it up.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he asked, scandalized.

“I'm getting naked so we can call it even,” you explained, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“I don't want to see you naked! What is wrong with you?”

“Well, then what do you want me to do? I can't get inside your brain and take my laugh out of it.”

“I certainly don't want to see you naked!” he said.

“Alright, I'm sorry, okay?!” you quickly said, looking at his eyes. “I'm sorry that I laughed, and I'm sorry it made you feel bad.”

“That doesn't-”

“Shut up,” you interrupted him. “You are not ugly, you're hot. There, I said it! You have a handsome face and a hot body, and even though you're so grumpy sometimes, your face compensates for it. You know why? Because you are handsome, you idiot.”

“I-”

“I wish I could go with that girl and beat her fucking ass for what she did to you. I wish!” His eyes widened, he was slightly flustered. “She didn't know what she had. You're a good catch, Aegon, and if you don't start to believe it for yourself then no one will.”

You left the room in an overly dramatic walk, leaving Aegon behind with his eyes wide open and his cheeks red. His breathing, somehow, was fast and unsteady. His blood was running quickly down his body as he cleared his throat and turned around to worry about his breakfast. Yet, your words had left a feeling in his gut which felt quite nice.

Aemond suddenly walked out of his room and stopped when he saw Aegon standing in the middle of the open kitchen, staring at the unbaked bacon in the pan. He was weirded out by his brother's strange attitude.

“What's wrong with you?” Aemond asked.

Aegon woke up from his trance and shook his head.

“Nothing.”

He didn't sound too convincing.

“We made a pact, Aegon,” he reminded him, going towards the coffee machine and pouring some of it on a cup. “You are not allowed to sleep with her.” he whispered those last words just to make sure you wouldn't hear it.

“What are you talking about?” he scoffed.

“Just a reminder,” Aemond shrugged, sipping his coffee while Aegon finally turned on the stove.

“Shut up.”

It was 6pm when you arrived back in the apartment after a long day at school. You were dragging your feet through the hall and towards your room, noticing that neither Aemond or Jace had arrived yet, and Aegon was probably in his room. It had been a long day, and the only thing that you craved was a nice and warm shower before going to bed. It was a need.

After your discussion with Aegon in the morning and the tiny bug in your chest that was making you feel guilty all day, you needed some time to relax, to stand beneath the warm water and let it wash away all the stress of your body. So that's what you did.

You took off your clothes the moment you stepped into the bathroom, then quickly got in the shower, feeling the warmth wrapping your body. Your shoulders immediately relaxed and you saw all your troubles vanished in that instant, you let yourself sigh.

Your mind went blank and all you could feel was the warmth and comfort the water produced. It was lovely, it made you forget about all the issues and troubles.

When you finished, you stood there for a bit longer, enjoying the last moments of peace before you would cross your path with Aegon's.

What you did not expect was that, at the very moment that you opened the shower curtain, Aegon opened the door.

And he looked at you.

Naked.

You screamed as your hands went to cover yourself as much as you could. Aegon's mouth dropped as he stared longer than he should have, his pale cheeks turning red as he swallowed hard.

“Aegon!” you yelled his name.

Only then he seemed to react, because he immediately muttered a small ‘sorry’ and then he closed the door. You immediately took the towel from the hanger and you covered yourself, breathing fast. You almost slipped in your way out of the shower, silly movements as you were still trying to take in what had happened.

That goddamn door lock.

Then, in the middle of the silence, you heard him speak.

“Well, I guess we’re even now, aren't we?” he joked on the other side of the door.

“Shut up!” you said, between nervous laughs.

He laughed it off too, and that sound made you smile wider as your cheeks got warm.

It was true though; now you can finally call it even.

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[fandomsoverlife]

Aegon: y/n your phone is ringing

Aegon: who’s daddy is it Aemond

Y/n: give me my phone

Aegon: who’s daddy? daddy left a voicemail

*Helaena enters room*

Helaena: Aegon give y/n their phone, I was just calling and had to leave a voicemail

[fan-goddess]

Patience

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Aegon gets impatient when reader denies giving him what he wants at a dinner. So he decides to take it into his own hands. Literally…

Warnings: NSFW below the cut, m masturbation, p in v sex, porn with plot,

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii,

Your long term boyfriend Aegon Targaryen has never been a patient person. Even with the simplest of tasks, within five minutes or even less, your boyfriend will be whining and nagging like a child on the verge of a tantrum.

His patience only got worse when he had to wait for sex. That night Alicent had invited both you and him to a dinner with the family. A thing Aegon hated doing, yet tolerated cause he knew otherwise he’d get an earful from his mother. You’d dressed up in a nice dress Aegon had suggested and drove there together. Throughout the entire journey, he’d been attempting to slyly tempt you to turn around and go home.

“Come on princess! I know that you don’t exactly get much joy out of my mother and her stupid fucking dinners! So let’s go home now, and maybe we can watch some Netflix and just chill together… just you and me?” His hand that always seems to be permanently attached to your knee travels higher up your leg, before you stop it with your own hand and a stern look.

“No you little baby. I promised Alicent we’d go tonight! Plus, Helaena’s gonna be there and we haven’t caught up in weeks. I wanna see how her date with that flower shop girl went last week ago.”

The whine that rips through Aegons throat was almost amusing. You held an amused smirk, but it seemed to only make him more whiny. As the rest of the car ride Aegon looked out the window and every so often changed the song playing on the radio calling it “practically illegal of the ear”.

When you get to the restaurant and get directed to the table, you greet Alicent and the rest warmly. Aegon does hang around more behind, yet he does share a couple warm smiles with Aemond and Helaena when they come to greet him. When Alicent comes to him though, the two exchange only the needed pleasantries and a small kiss on the forehead before she comes and starts a conversation with you about her latest trip.

Eventually all the pleasantires were exacjnged, and you all are sat at the giant table, where you and Aegon are placed to sit in front of Alicent together. Though not even ten minutes pass before Aegon finds himself leaning over to whisper in your ear, “quickie in the bathroom?”

You give him a raised eyebrow

“But it’s aching! Are you going to be so cruel denying your boyfriend the release he so desperately needs?” He whispered in your ear. His hand mimicked what it did early in the car. It wandering further and further upwards, getting stopped by your own hand once again before it could reach it’s desired location.

“Yes I will. Because if my boyfriend doesn’t stop being such a fucking brat he’ll get his ass spanked and won’t be able to sit properly for a while. That’s why.” You didn’t look at Aegon when you whispered your threat to him, though when you did after your threat, It almost broke you then and there to see his eyes visibly turn dark with want and desperation.

Throughout the rest of the evening however when you tried to continue with the night as normal, Aegon persisted in his mission to tease you into getting what he wanted. When you still somehow manage to continue to speak Alicent about her latest trip went (a boring conversation you must admit), Aegon successfully managed to slip a hand up the length of your dress and slowly caress the skin of your inner thigh with a single finger.

When you looked at him with warning though, Aegon was already looking at you with a raised and daring look. As if he wanted you at that very moment to call him out and punish him in front of everyone. You shoved his hand off you, and nearly openly laughed at the small pout beginning to grow on his lips.

Aegons next play though, was downright sinful and deserving of purgatory. He’d gone to the bathroom innocently enough. Not subtly requesting for you to go to. Not whispering how he’ll be waiting for you. Instead, aegon sends you a two minute long video of him jerking off in the toilet stalls.

You were never more quick to check if you had your volume of in your life, and the breath you released was one of gratitude that it was. The camera angle wasn’t the best, but you’ve got to give him some credit considering he was in a shitty restaurant toilet cubicle.

He’d propped it up on the toilet basin so it showed his hard dick and his face in one shot. There was obviously some talking Aegon was doing to play it out. Probably some words going along the lines of, “This is what happens when you deny me princess…” followed by a whiny breathless moan. However it seems the genius forgot you weren’t able to listen to it. There’s no issue with that though. As now you’re able to save it and plop it into your ‘Aegons porn’ folder in your photos app to listen to later.

Aegon comes back to the table a couple minutes after sent the video, with what could only be described as a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you see it?” He whispers.

An idea forms in your head and you can’t wait to plan it out. “No? See what sweetheart?” To play it up ever more you give Aegon an innocent look and a bat of an eyelash that always makes Aegon stir in his seat. It works now, as an annoyed look in his eye gives away his intentions and leaves him moping the rest of the dinner.

Mean and bitchy comments were all that left his mouth the rest of the evening. Whenever snippets of conversations entered his ear his mouth ran and ran, and by the end of it most at the table were giving him some very dirty looks. Even when you placed a hand on his knee and mimicked what he did earlier, trailing a hand to his inner thigh to feel him, didn’t make his mood anymore bearable. You did feel the area on his crotch tighten slightly, though Aegon it seemed already decided his attitude for the rest of the night.

When the dinner was over, you exchanged pleasantries with Alicent and Helaena. Even exchanging a small polite smile with Aemond while he lurked behind. Aegon only gave a forced smile to his mother. Heading straight to the car after that and slamming the door behind him.

Alicent raised a brow at his behaviour. “My my I wonder what’s gotten into him? Though I can’t say I’m not surprised…” she sighs. It nearly makes you want to laugh out loud. It’s you. You’re what’s gotten into him. Still, you play the role of the nice responsible girlfriend and say the goodbyes from you and Aegon.

When you get in the car, aegons already connected his phone to the speaker to listen to some music, and is now looking out the car window with what may or may not be a pout on his face. You ask him if he’s still sulking, but he only responds with a huff and changes the playlist when some obnoxious pop song comes on. It’s almost amusing when ‘I hate my mom’ by GRLwood comes on first. Yet no laughter is exchanged. Only aegons moody huffs every so often.

Eventually you both arrive to your shared apartment. Aegon slams his door like a child in a tantrum, yet you cannot find yourself to be annoyed. If anything, you’re surprised he’s been able to hold this attitude up for so long just because of a simple tease.

“Hey darling?” You call out to him. He halts in his movement before he can lay a hand on the door, and tilts his head slightly so his ears directed to you to let you know he’s listening. “When you get up, strip and lay on the bed nice and pretty for me ok?” It’s barely noticeable, but Aegon grins slightly and speeds up his movements to head into the apartment.

You decide to take a little longer to head up, purely to antagonise him and make him sweat a little.

When you do eventually head into the apartment, you follow what looks to be a near frantic pile of clothes that lead into your shared bedroom, and when you enter it you’re very glad to find Aegons listened to instructions perfectly. “Good boy Aegon…” you praise with a smile while Aegon reciprocates it shyly with a light blush on his face.

“Lay on your back and spread your legs nice and wide for me please darling.”

He follows your instructions quickly, and you cannot help but admire him while he does. “Good boy…” you smile.

His cocks already fully hard, with the tip flushing to a shade of pink, and it takes you great pleasure in watching Aegon flush while you undress in front of him. When you’re fully naked, you crawl onto the bed and waste no time in sitting on Aegons soft thighs and using your hand to drag his cock to your dripping cunt.

The whine Aegon lets out is downright sinful, and the way his hands go to grip at you hips as you slowly rock on him.

“Please… don’t tease…” he whines. You reluctantly listen. Though not because he asked as pretty as he did, but because your own arousal had been practically pooling in your underwear the moment Aegon sent the video.

While you bounced, Aegon eyes kept being drawn to your breasts. Practically hypnotised by them to your amusements. “Go on stupid baby… suck on them like a good boy…” He launches himself forward desperately and uses a mixture of both teeth and tongue, as well as sucking little hickeys on your skin.

Your not surprised that after being wet for so long you last so little. As the coil in your stomach already feels like it’s tightening so much it may burst. Aegons grip also seems to be getting tighter, while his eyes are scrunched up and his mouth seems to be permanently latched on your nipple with his pathetic moans and whimpers vibrating through your skin. If you knew Aegon, then this was a clear indicator that he was close too.

A small pop brings your attention to Aegon, who’d now let go of your nipple and instead now had his mouth in a perfect o while he moaned like crazy with his eyes scrunched closed. It only got worse when one of your hands crept to his hair and clenched a fist in it.

The coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter, and with a series of clenches on Aegons dick and a harsh tug of his hair you come undone, bringing Aegon with you with a loud whine as you feel the sudden warmth of his cum flood you. When you release yourself from his grip and go to lay down beside him, you can even feel the remnants of some of it sliding out of you.

Aegons head immediately goes to the comfort of your tits and mumbles something you can’t hear. “What is it baby?” You ask while you fiddle with his sweat drenched hair.

“I’m sorry for being a brat…” it’s not any better in regards to volume since his head is quite literally smushed in the valley of your tits, but as least this time you heard it.

“That’s okay baby…” You say with a smile. “I know you don’t really mean it you drama prince…”

[sapphire-writes]

Thin Ice Series Masterlist

modern!HOTD & college AU & hockey AU

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: Aegon Targaryen is a hockey-playing, party-loving, self-centered player. You've sworn off guys like that. But fate intervenes and suddenly you're thrown into a partnership with him, a quid pro quo of sorts. But nothing is ever that simple. And all's fair in love and hockey, right?

tropes: faking dating, best friend’s brother

status: completed (11/11)

Chapter 1: The Deal

Chapter 2: Party Girl

Chapter 3: Breakfast of Champions

Chapter 4: Hole in One

Chapter 5: Formal

Chapter 6: Consequences

Chapter 7: Superstitious

Chapter 8: Runaway

Chapter 9: Mirrors

Chapter 10: Confessions

Chapter 11: Worth It

Moodboard

Moodboard AGAIN

[hopelesswritergall]

“Take a hat, give a ride.”

CW: p in v unprotected, riding crop, a lot of degradation, a bit dumbificiation, oral sex both ends, fingering, name calling. Afab reader lmk if I missed stuff!

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii (I’m becoming an Aegon girly more every day, your fics are a big reason) @daenerysapologist @aemondtarqaryens @howyouloveyourdragon @simp-aholic lmk if you want to be added!! @queen--kenobi

Aegon was the cowboy that was a worker on your parent’s ranch. If he wasn’t looking after the cattle, he was teaching you how to ride a horse.

You were walking alongside him around the property when you suddenly grabbed his cowboy hat and placed it firmly on your head. Aegon stopped in his tracks, grinning smugly as he turned to look at you.

“My beautiful girl...” He sighed, “Now you’ve got some riding to do, and not the kind you do on a horse.” He purred. He knew you didn’t know the cowboy hat rule. He planned to use this to his advantage.

“What’s a..cowboy hat rule? That’s what you said right?”

“Oh darling, aren’t you aware yet?” Shaking his head, Aegon chuckled."If you were to wear someone else's cowboy hat, it means you have to give them a ride," he explained. “And since you just took my hat… I’m sure you can put one and two together.”

“Oh..OH! Well I guess it is the rule after all..” You said, not really minding it. You have wanted to fuck him since you first saw him working on the farm, with no shirt on. You saw the swear in his chest.. that moment had made you hornier than anything ever could have before.

He led her to the stable before anyone could see their interaction. Once inside the stable he made sure to lock it. He wanted her, the ‘innocent’ daughter of his boss. Innocent his ass. He heard her in her room one time, moaning out his name as she fucked that toy. That thing was nothing compared to him. He’d make her scream his name, beg him to fill her up. Make her his own little breeding mare, he’d show her.

Aegon led her to a more secluded area, being surrounded by hay bales and pushed her against the wall. He started to touch her breasts through her blouse. When all out of nowhere he went to her pussy. Slowly tracing her folds through her jeans.

“You want this don’t you? Always wanted me, you dirty little slut. I hear you every time you fuck yourself. Moaning out my name like the whore you are.” He growled lowly while still teasing you.

“Please.. I want you.” You were already begging for him. How cute.

“Pathetic slut, but don’t worry.. you’ll get what you deserve.”

He started to unbutton her pants and slide them off completely, tossing them aside. He licked his finger before going back to your entrance still covered by panties. He pushed his finger against it and loved seeing you in agony. He was pleasing you, just not as fast and as much as you’d want right now,

You started to grind against his fingers, wanting more pleasure.

“What’s this? Do you want more? Does the little slut want more?”

“Y-yes.. please..”

“As you wish” With that he tore your panties and what was left he slid it off.

“Spread your legs for me.” Aegon commanded. You couldn’t help but obey, wanting him to touch you everywhere.

Aegon had a look in his eyes that could only mean on thing. You were about to get the best time of your life.

He knelt down and started to tease you by licking your thighs before moving on to your cunt. He started slowly, just going up and down. But he varied it with sucking at your clit, adding a finger or going inside with his tongue. Anything to give you pleasure, to eventually make you scream his name.

You moaned as he sucked at your clit, his touch gave you goosebumps.

“Oh god..” you said as you were whimpering at his touch,

“That’s it love. Cum for me, make a mess.” He teased her. With two fingers he found her G-Spot and kept hitting it while he teased her clit. The moaning became louder as pleasure came in overload.

“Cum for me.” Aegon said, more demanding this time. With one final push against her G-spot, you arched your back and cried out with ecstasy as you had your first climax of that day.

“That’s right, so obedient for me…” Aegon said as he was licking your cunt that was dripping with juice.

“You taste like heaven.” He licked his lips.

Aegon smiled triumphantly as he pulled away. "But now my darling it is my turn," he growled, undoing his jeans and freeing his thick erection.

“What, you didn’t think you’d be the only one getting pleasure now would you?” Aegon said while stroking his erection.

“N-no of course not… it’s only fair..”

“Right, come on, make yourself useful. On your knees.” He commanded you. You felt the need to please him, after all he did just gave you an amazing orgasm.

"Open wide," he ordered, pushing the head of his erection past your parted lips and into your waiting mouth. He groaned at the feeling of your lips around his member. He increased the pace and his own climax didn’t take long. He erupted all into your mouth.

“Swallow it.” Aegon said while grabbing your chin making you look up to him while swallowing.

“Good girl.” Was the praise that followed after you showed your empty mouth.

“Now let us get to the fun part.”

“Do you trust me?” Aegon asked as he eyed some rope hanging around a screw on the wall. As you followed his gaze you knew what he wanted to do. You were open to it, wanting to try new things. “Yes, I do.”

He grabbed a riding crop. He ran the crop down your back making you feel the leather. He ran it over your crotch and ran the tip of the crop lightly over your wet folds. As you let out a noise of enjoyment he swatted the crop so it came down on your clit.

“Do you like how the crop feels?” Aegon asked while checking for any signs of discomfort or resistance.

“M-mhm I-I do Aeg.. I-it’s just a lot.” You said lost in the pleasure.

“Mmm that’s good.” He replied with a satisfied grin.

He used the crop with carefulness and precision , hitting just the right spot to send waves of pleasure flowing through your body while not causing actual harm.

You whimpered as the crop danced across your sensitive skin, driving you wild with desire.

"Such a pretty little slut," Aegon murmured, trailing the tip of the crop along your inner thighs before returning to your swollen clit.

"You love being treated like this, don't you?" he asked, knowing full well that there was no way you could deny it after what he just saw.

You nodded weakly, unable to speak due to the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Good," Aegon continued, increasing the pressure on your clit with the crop, causing you to cry out in ecstasy.

"Now spread your legs wider for me," he commanded, and you complied without hesitation.

“Please Aegon! Just take me! I need you inside of me! Please I need you to fill me, to complete me!” You were begging him by now, he liked to see you in this state, begging him to please you, for him to take what’s his.

“Awww does my little slut want my cock? Does she?” He teased you

You whimpered, unable to form words as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. You barely managed to nod.

That was all the confirmation he needed, he drove his hips forward and pushed his length into your tight entrance with one swift motion.

You cried out with pleasure at the feeling of being filled by his massive cock.

"Good girl," he growled, gripping your hips as he began to move inside you at a rapid speed.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him tightly as he fucked you without mercy or any signs of stopping.

"Such a filthy little slut," Aegon whispered near your ear, the action making you shiver with goosebumps, kissing your neck and biting your fragile skin.

"You love it when I fill you up, don’t you? My personal little slut" He grabbed your throat while pounding into you.

Aegon withdrew from you, before slamming right back in with full force. Making her cry out and hold onto him for support.

"You're mine now," he growled, "my little slut to do with as I please."

You moaned audibly , not able to contain your pleasure as Aegon continued to pound into you relentlessly.

"Say it," Aegon demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

You hesitated for a moment before finally admitting.

"Yours," you whispered, your voice barely being heard, but it was enough for Aegon.

Aegon grinned, knowing he had broken you completely.

"That's right," he growled, increasing his pace even further

"Such a good little slut," Aegon added, smirking as he felt your walls clench around his huge cock.

"Just like I knew you would be. Always teasing me with those short shorts and tiny tops. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Aegon grinned wickedly, feeling your walls clench around his cock as you climaxed.

“There we go, my little slut. Does this feel better?” He made sure that despite the degradation you were in fact still enjoying it. He wouldn’t have continued without it.

He felt his own climax coming

“Gonna fill you up nice and sweet, how does that sound? Something you can wrap your pretty little brain around?”

“M-mhm! Want you to.” That was the green light he needed and he came inside. He stayed inside for just a tad longer before pulling out.

“You were so good for me love.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He grabbed some tissues he had in the stable and cleaned you up to the best of his abilities without touching your now even more sensitive cunt.

“You’ve earned the hat my love. It’s all yours.”

[ripdragonbeans]

Look At Me /modern!Aegon x Reader

My fic for the HOTD Big Bang! You can follow all the fics @hotd-bigbang

Lovely mood board, banner, and dividers by the beautiful @ewanmitchellcrumbs and my beautiful betaa were @asa-do-your-thing and @khaleesihel

WARNINGS: angst, smut, p in v, she/her pronouns, voyeurism???, oral (f and m receiving), physical violence (reader has some anger [not towards Aegon])

"God fucking dammit," you muttered as you reached out to open the unlocked door to your shared apartment with Aegon.

An unlocked door meant one thing: Aegon brought another girl back for a quick, thoughtless fuck. After countless years of suffering this, starting in your freshman year, one would think it would be easy to ignore without a thought. This night, however, was not the ideal night to handle Aegon’s shenanigans. Work had you tiresomely stretched out, often staying up all night to meet deadlines: an old habit you optimistically thought would cease after college. On top of that, lately it felt unbearing, that the universe seemed to have dismissed you, seizing every opportunity to strip you from an ounce of joy or serenity.

The small yet infuriating incidents from spilling coffee all over yourself or dropping a burger over your work attire, pens running out of ink at times you desperately needed them, your computer randomly restarting for an update, it was everything bundling and boiling up to breaking point… And it felt like tonight was that night.

Taking a deep breath, mentally trying to prepare yourself for the incessant and unfortunate familiar banging of the walls, alongside the mindless moans and grunts, you turned the handle and stepped into the room.

Nothing. There was nothing.

Worry pierced through your head. The door was unlocked so Aegon had to be here, right? You paced across the hall, keeping your steps as silent as possible when you arrived at Aegon's door. Pressing your ear against the door, hoping to idly eavesdrop into a conversation, yet all you could gather was silence from the other side.

"Aegon?" You enquired through the wooden shield of the door. "Aegon, are you in there?" Now ardently knocking on the door a little harder than you should. "Aegon, please! Please tell me -"

The door swung open to reveal a pissed off woman clad only in a matching set of lace underwear.

"Who the fuck is this, Aegon?" She looked you up and down with distaste

Aegon gave a little chuckle. "Don't worry, Sara, that's just my roommate."

You peered past her to see Aegon laying on his bed with only grey sweatpants on. He had a lazy smile on his face and gave you a knowing wink. Blush crept up your neck to your cheeks and you had hoped Aegon hadn’t caught a glimpse at your bashful state. Yet despite the mild distance between you two, you could see him scan your face. His smile grew when he noticed the pink shade across your cheeks. He rather enjoyed making you envious, basking in your natural reactions. All you needed was a little more pressure from him to admit the truth.

Or at least that's what he believed.

"You didn't tell me you had one," she glanced over you once again, "but I guess it's nothing to worry about."

"My roomie is no one, babe, I promise," he said as he gave her a flirtatious wink, a habit he seemed to share with the entire female campus.

"Hmmm…good." She slammed the door leaving you stunned and to some honest degree, honesty, irritated.

No one. He said you were no one, his harsh words echoing in your restless mind.

A tight sensation began to burden your chest, and hot tears threatened to fall, yet you shoved it all down, swallowing the large gulp painfully caught your throat, just like you always did. Consuming the raw heartbreak, you gather yourself and the mental walls, you hid yourself behind in defense, slowly making your return to the living room.

If you went to your room it was a given that you would hear everything that was a realistic and harsh possibility, yet you found your feet moving towards the familiar space. A few minutes passed until you heard a faint moan echoing from the direction of Aegon’s room and the light banging of the bed against the wall. Sighing in defeat, you place your noise canceling headphones on and searching up YouTube to mindlessly watch some video essay explaining this new ARG, Welcome Home. You found that submerging your senses to the very unnerving voice of Wally Darling was a great way to tune out the other background noises..

As much as you loved Aegon, you could never not be annoyed by this grotesque habit of his. Every other week was a new girl to fuck and mess about with, with no care nor implications in the world. None of them ever meant anything to him, you knew that much. No, you could tell. His lilac eyes never lit up when he saw them, his warm smile never reached his eyes, and he never talked about them willingly. The only times he would mention them was whenever he remembered to give you a heads up that he'd have one of them over for the night. You figured if he was inviting them over they'd be decent people, respectable enough to acknowledge your presence. You had hoped they'd be decent because Aegon deserved at least that. Whenever they'd show up you would do your best to be polite and welcoming in a weirdly humourous way, one time you’d even blurted to some poor victim of his hookup "hey you're here to suck my roommate", only to be disregarded and treated like utter shit. It was as though you didn't exist.

More so, you despised the way he acted when one of them came over, putting on some macho facade. Aegon would become old Aegon. The Aegon you initially met, the one who wore the mask of a guy who didn't give a fuck about anyone or anything. He was snarky and cocky, with the only priority of having the highest known body count. Yet you knew better, you saw through that careless exterior. After being paired together on assignment you two started hanging out. About a month or two after the project was assigned, he opened up. He played the part of the college frat fuckboy flawlessly, yet you could see right through that. You did your best to be someone he could trust; you knew there was more to him. Soon enough, your assignment partner became your best friend, your go to person, a person you'd do anything for. And that's how you ended up sharing an apartment with Aegon.

But there was something else.

There was a tug drawing you to him. Whenever you were away from Aegon there was a palpable ache in your heart. Whenever a sorority girl stayed the night your heart shattered, only to be slowly put together the next day by your very own hands. At the time you didn't want to admit it to yourself but eventually you had to.

It wasn't terrible at first. You lived a domestic life with your best friend with no worry in the world. Until he started bringing friends home. Just the occasional random girl moaning in his room once a month or so but now it was every other week. You hate to admit it but it hurt. It hurt so fucking much. You wished it was you in that room but you wouldn't tell him. It would ruin your friendship.

You loved Aegon, not just as a friend but as something more. The only problem was that you loved Aegon so much that you'd want him to be happy, even if it meant seeing him being with other girls. Yet you could never see yourself with someone else, only with him.

After watching every single reaction video to Welcome Home, Sara finally left Aegon's room wearing one of his shirts.

"See you next time, roomie," she said as she gave you a mocking smile before exiting the apartment.

You rolled your eyes as you started to pick up your laptop to move to your room when you heard him enter.

"Done with your fucking for the night?" You refused to look at him.

"Yeah," he leaned against the wall. "Unless you wanna be my round two."

"I'm not interested in sloppy seconds, Aeg. Next time just give me a heads-up, yeah? I don't like coming home to your moans."

"Oh, you know you love coming home to my moans," he teased. He loved riling you up like this.

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Unlike me, who has to endure your headboard slamming against the wall," you bit out.

Aegon was taken aback by your sudden hostility and couldn’t fathom a response. Taking his silence as confirmation that he didn't care, you finished gathering your stuff and headed to your room. But as you passed Aegon, he abruptly stepped in front of you, halting you in your tracks.

"Hey, you're not seriously mad at me, are you?" His brows furrowed worriedly. "It's been a few months of this and now you're getting upset about it?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I've been annoyed with this the whole time." You sighed and rubbed your tiresome eyes. "It wasn't too bad at first, I could ignore it fine but then it kept happening more and more often than favored. Each girl was more terrible to me than the last. And you never do shit about it, you never defend me. You seemed perfectly happy to let these one night stands walk all over your best friend, it seems." You glared at him, "You said I was nothing, Aegon.. I understand you put on this whole facade to get laid but that… that was cold, Aeg… Even for you. You're back to your old habits and it makes me want to run. Anyway," you took a deep breath, wanting this conversation to end, "I'm going to bed, I’m too tired for this right now… Night, Aegon."

He called your name and adamantly tried to follow you. You knew Aegon didn't like it when you were upset with him. You hoped he would try harder to get to you and say you were right and that he needs to look at himself again.

When you turned around to hear his side he shut down. Instead of saying anything he just blankingly stared at you. You could see his poor attempt to gather the courage to talk, yet no words fell from his soft lips. For the first time in weeks you two looked at each other, really looked at each other. The friendship between you has always been strong but you've been feeling it deteriorate, eating away slowly and slowly. You were hoping to see the bit of your best friend in those eyes, yet all you saw was regret.

When you turned to your door you found yourself saying more. "I'm tired, Aegon. I'm tired of this." You put your hand on the doorknob. "I miss you." You entered your room and locked yourself in before he could say anything.

You crawled into your bed and curled up, hugging your knees. Once again your chest tightened and tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. Only this time, you let them fall.

It's been weeks since Aegon invited someone to spend the night and it kind of pissed you off. You lost your cool one night and suddenly he just stops. It felt as though he was babying you, which was the part that was pissing you off. The other part of you felt relieved, hoping everything could go back the way it was before. You wanted goofy, vulnerable Aegon, not the one who was around a few weeks ago.

However, it didn't last. Just when you thought it was over, you came home to find Aegon's face buried between some random girl's legs. She still had her clothes on, as though Aegon couldn't wait to taste her. It was only her blouse unbuttoned and skirt that was bunched up and her legs spread that immediately clued you in to what was happening. Her head was thrown back, eyes were shut, and a silent scream left her body as Aegon brought her to the edge.

Anger bubbled inside you, threatening to pour over. The girl turned her head and smirked at you as though she knew you were there the entire time. She took her time slipping off the counter, fixing her hair into something slightly more put together. Once she painstakingly straightened herself up she fully turned to you and flashed the biggest smile.

"Oh, hey, roomie." It was Sara. "I didn't think I'd see you again. Aegon hasn't hit me up in a month so I thought he was fucking you." She laughed. "Sorry, I'm a little tle out of breath. He really knows what to do, not that you'd know anything about that, right?" She gave you a teasing wink.

All you could do was stare at her.

"I'm just joking, roomie. I know he'd never fuck you. Anyway, I figured I'd pay him a visit just be sure. Glad to see I was wrong."

She finished buttoning her top and smoothed down her skirt as Aegon got up. Sara quickly turned and pulled him into a mockingly deep kiss. You rolled your eyes when you spotted Aegon flexing his hands trying not to touch her. You walked in on him eating her out. His attempt to not touch her in front of you was an insult. You looked back at his face and saw his eyes glued on you while Sara tried to stick her tongue in his mouth. You've never seen him so uncomfortable with someone else like this. He looked almost apologetic yet he did nothing to move away from her. Sara finally pulled away, but not before grabbing one of Aegon's hands to run over her chest.

Sara turned back to you. "Same time next week? Maybe we'll try it in your bed, roomie. Gotta keep it exciting."

She gave you a demeaning wink before bending down to pick up her purse, obviously giving you a view of her ass. You looked over at Aegon, fuming, but only saw him trying, and failing, not to gawk at her backside. As though he felt your stare, his eyes shot to you and immediately looked ashamed. Sara was taking her sweet time getting up and gathering her things, steadily coaxing your anger with little comments here and there about how much she looks forward to next time, what they should try out, and what she wanted to do again. But it was her last comment that made you explode.

"You should move in with me, Aeg. You'll get sick of her sooner or later. You know I'm better for you anyway. She's no one worth remembering and obviously does nothing for -"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out," you growled.

Sara slowly turned to you and pursed her lips in mock sympathy. "Aw, is the little roomie jealous? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone desperate enough to fuck you."

Red flooded your vision as everything became blurry. You didn't have control over your actions anymore. You launched yourself at Sara with your hands curved into claws. She had no time to move before you tackled her down and dragged your nails across her face. As she screamed you pulled her hair to force her to look you in the eye.

There weren't any deep scratches on her but you drew blood. Sick pride washed over you when you looked at her. A mix of eyeliner, tears, and the slightest tint of blood splotted across her face.

"You can dismiss my existence and waltz around like you own the place but let me make something clear," you whispered. "You will never call me desperate, you will never call me being worthless, and you will never force me out of my home. This is my place, not yours. It never was and it never will be."

You took a deep breath before pulling her back up. Sara was standing with your hand still gripping her hair.

You made sure your next words burned.

"You will never have a place in Aegon's heart. I know you think I believed your smug confidence and the terribly misplaced belief that you were his but you were wrong. Not for one second have I ever believed that Aegon would actually love you. You want me to be nothing to him but that will never happen. You can't sleep your way to Aegon, you only think you can. The truth is that you know nothing about him. But I do. I'm the one who has Aegon's heart, not you."

Sara whimpered when you tugged on her hair.

"Now," you breathed, "you're gonna get the fuck out of here and never come back. Do you understand?"

Sara broke her terrified stare from you to a pleading one to Aegon. "Aegon, you know I'm better for you. She's nothing compared to me. You said it yourself, she's nothing."

Aegon didn't try to comfort her. He looked straight at her without any trace of emotion.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Sara."

"Seriously?!"

"You were a mistake. Every girl was."

You lips pressed into a tight smile as you dragged Sara, still by her hair, to the door. "If I see you here again," you growled, "I will do more than simply scratch your face." You threw her out with your final words and slammed the door shut.

Tension engulfed the room. It was as though The red in your eyes slowly faded away until your head cleared up. All you could do was stand there. You didn't realize how fast your heart has been beating, how hard you've been breathing, until you came back to reality. What you just did felt like a dream. There was no thinking involved, only instinct and anger.

Aegon coughed, breaking the silence. "Hey, so, um," he scratched the back of his neck. "I guess -"

"Don't." You turned to face him. "I'm going to take a shower, grab some whiskey, and crash in my bed. Maybe we'll talk later. Or maybe we can just forget this happened," you let out a mirthless laugh, "and you can go back to fucking someone new every week."

"Wait, hold up, we need to -"

You held a hand up. "Stop, Aegon, please. I said a lot of things in the heat of the moment. Don't worry about me."

It's been two weeks since you kicked Sara out, which meant that it's been two weeks since you blew up in front of him. Everything you said was true, whether or not Aegon wanted to believe it. If he was too much of a coward to admit anything then so be it. But since then he's been almost non-existent. He was never in the apartment when you were and if he was he kept his door closed. As much as you wanted to check in on him you also wanted to hold your ground. What he did was stupid and hurt like hell.

After working an exhausting ten hour shift, you dragged yourself into the apartment. The lights were off but you could see a figure sitting on the couch and hear a dull thump from something hitting the table. You creeped closer to get a close look at them.

It was Aegon.

He was wallowing in his own self pity, drinking as much as he could. There were two empty bottles of beer on the table. A third half-empty bottle was in his hand. Wearing worn out black sweatpants and a ratty hoodie, Aegon took a swig before muttering some curses to himself. As you got closer to him you could smell the alcohol.

"What a fucking idiot," he laughed. Aegon took another swig of whatever bottle he had in his hand and promptly slammed it down.

You wanted to keep your mouth shut. You knew it would be better to walk away but it's been so long since you've talked that your resolve broke.

"You better not be talking about me," you said when you slipped into a spot next to him.

"Fucking hell," he flinched, spilling the contents of his drink. "Great, now it's on the fucking floor. Thanks." He threw a pillow on top of the mess figuring it would be better than nothing.

The two of you sat there in taut silence. Aegon didn't even reach for another drink. You were simply sitting in the quiet darkness together. You were about to break it when he spoke up first.

"I fucked up."

You let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, you really did."

He turned to look at you. Even in the dark you could see his eyes were a bit bloodshot. "I'm fucking trying, okay?" He rubbed his face. "No, you know what, forget it." Forgetting the bottle was empty, he picked it up to drink. He muttered a curse before setting it back down.

He got up to leave but you grabbed his hand before he could go any further. It was as though time was frozen. The second you took it everything became still. Aegon's hand was limp but you gave it a small squeeze encouraging him to stay.

"We need to talk about this. I know I've been avoiding it but you've been avoiding it, too. Hell, you've been avoiding me, Aeg."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before sitting back down.

"What do you want to talk about? How you went fucking ballistic? How you basically confessed your love for me?"

"Yes. All of that."

He nodded his head, asking you to go on.

"You changed so much, Aeg, and I didn't know what to do. When we first moved in you were my goofy best friend. You know, the one I tell everything to. Then one day it's like back at university before we met. You starting bringing in girl after girl to fuck and it just drove me up a wall. What the fuck happened?"

"What happened was my dad dying." He picked up an unopened bottle of beer and took a swig.

Your eyes widened at the confession. "Your dad died so you thought fucking someone new would help?"

"No - I mean yes, but it was more than that."

"It was more than that? I know you didn't give a shit about any of them."

He yanked his hand away. "Maybe not, but they have a shit about me!" He exploded.

"Excuse me?" You dangerously whispered. That has got to be utter bullshit, you thought.

"Sure, it may have only been to fuck me but it was something!"

"Just because they fuck you doesn't mean they care!" You jumped up. "They didn't fucking care but I did!" You pressed a finger to his chest. "I always have and I always will. Don't you fucking get it? I've been here since the beginning and you try to blame me for your dumb ass actions?"

Aegon grabbed your hand and pulled you close. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have to distract myself."

"Distract yourself? Did the death of your dad really fuck you up that bad? I know he didn't give a shit and you didn't either. Don't pretend to be so beat up over it." You tried to pull away but he held you tight.

"It fucked me up because it made me realize that I can somehow be better than my dad by caring about people."

You laughed. "And you care about every single girl you've fucked. Absolutely believable, Aeg."

He let go of you, almost pushing you away.

He dropped his head before speaking. "You said you cared. If you cared you would've been able to see the change."

You were gentle with your next words, "I can't read your mind. Just because I know you so well doesn't mean I can figure out every emotion you have."

Silence.

"Aeg, just tell me what's going on, please."

Still refusing to look at you, he dropped back to the couch. "I fell in love with you, that's what happened. I don't know when but I did. For some godforsaken reason my dad dying set off everything. All I could do was ignore it and I did that by taking someone to bed almost every night." He brought the bottle up to his lips but didn't drink anything.

You sat down next to him.

You didn't want to believe him.

"I know you've been drinking all night. You're just saying things."

He scoffed and chugged the rest of the beer. "Just because I've been drinking all night doesn't mean I don't know what I'm saying."

"Okay, fine. Let's assume everything you've told me is true. You may love me but nothing more than a friend, right?"

"No, that's not true."

"You have a funny way of showing it."

He locked eyes with you. "I wanted to push you."

"Push me? What did you need to push me for?" You questioned. "Besides, I think you pushed me pretty good when I attacked Sara."

"I pushed you too hard, I know that now. I did it because I wanted to get you closer to me. I wanted you jealous."

"First off, that's a fucking stupid plan. Second, I'm already close to you. Or at least was," you murmured the last part.

Aegon rubbed his eyes in frustration. "You don't get it. You're so fucking smart but you don't get it!"

"What don't I get?" You challenged.

"You don't get that I wanted you to make the first move!" He settled down before continuing. "I see the way you look at me. I see your reactions. I know you want more. But for once I needed you to make the first move. If you wanted me it had to be on your terms." He took a deep breath. "And you're right. I didn't give a shit about the girls I fucked. The only one I give a shit about is you. But when you didn't do anything I did what I know best. I didn't want to distract myself from my dad's death. Again, something you were right about. I was distracting myself from you."

You searched his eyes for any trace of dishonesty but didn't find any. "If you had said something I would've said yes." You reached out for his hand. "What you did was stupid but…I get it. Kinda. You were scared."

"Yeah, I was scared."

You scooted close to him. "Then take the leap." You were gentle with your words.

Aegon pulled you in and lowered his head to yours. "I don't want to fuck it up." His lips brushed against yours.

"So don't." You pressed your forehead against his.

For a few moments that's how you stayed. It was just you and Aegon. When you separated you gave him a soft smile. His eyes darted to your lips and you took your chance. You softly brushed your lips against his before giving him a true kiss.

Your eyes fluttered close. His lips were soft and joined you in tandem. It wasn't rough. The kiss was pure love. Emotions poured into the kiss. He pulled you on top of his lap before deepening the kiss. You smiled against him as you moved your hands up his arms and to his hair.

More. You wanted more.

You nipped at his bottom lip and he gladly opened up. When you slid your tongue in he snaked one arm around you right while the other ran up your sides. His arousal was beginning to prod against you and it spurred you on even more. You slowly rocked your hips against him.

"Fuck," he pulled away and buried his face in your neck. He kissed his way up and nipped at your ear. "You are so much better than the others."

"Don't talk about them. Look at me," you commanded.

Aegon looked up at you with big eyes.

"Take me to your room and I'll show you exactly what you missed out on."

He pushed you off his lap only to grab your wrist and practically run to his room. But before he could open the door you pulled him back and trapped him with one arm against the wall. You gave him a mischievous smile before dragging your hand down his body and to his hard cock. He tried to suppress a groan when you began palming him over his pants.

"Let it out, babe. I want to hear every sound you make."

You took pity on him when you could feel his cock getting harder. When you pulled your hand away he couldn't help but groan at the loss of contact.

"This is what happens when you play with me," you smirked.

Releasing him from the wall you let him take you into his room. Immediately you grabbed him by his hoodie to pull him down to you to crash your lips against his. Gone were the soft kisses. Now it was pure passion and lust.

You moved one hand to grab his and the other to place on his chest. As soon as you pushed him to the edge of the bed you took a step back.

"Strip for me," you commanded.

Aegon was quick to rid himself of his hoodie and sweatpants. When he went to pull down his underwear you stopped him.

"Let me do this." You came up to him and lowered yourself to your knees as you slid his briefs down.

His cock was at full attention, red and angry. You licked your lips and cupped his balls, slowly massaging them. He threw his head back.

"No, no. Look at me. I want you to watch me take you in."

All he could do was bring his head back and nod.

You moved your hand from his balls to his cock and slowly worked him. Leaning in to the tip you gave him small kitten licks. Once you got him breathing heavier you took all of him in your mouth. Never did you look away from him. You slowly began bobbing your head back and forth, loving the feel of him in you. When you decided to push him a little more with a hum around the cock he twitched. You hummed once again and brought your hand to his balls.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, I'm gonna cum," he breathed.

As soon as he said that you released him with an obscene pop. Aegon whined when he left your warm mouth.

"Don't worry, there's more. Now, lay back. No touching."

He nodded his head.

"I need to hear you say it."

He gulped. "I promise I won't touch myself."

"Good boy," you smiled.

You ran your hands over your tits before reaching down to brush yourself over your clothes. You brought your hands up to slowly take off your top. Once again you ran your hands over your tits, this time playing with your nipples through your bra.You looked over at Aegon to see him grasping the sheets and slowly rolling his hips into nothing.

"Are you so desperate that you have to hump the air? Aw, poor baby," you taunted. You reached down to the top of your pants and pulled it down. "This is a better view, isn't it?"

You walked to the bed and sat on your haunches between his legs.

"Be a dear and take off my bra for me."

Aegon sat up and ran his hands over your breasts and stopped to play with your hardened peaks before unclasping the bra and throwing it across the room.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," you chided. "That wasn't nice. I guess I have to punish you now. Lay flat on your back." You could feel yourself get wetter telling him what to do.

He did as he was told, shaking with anticipation.

You climbed up his body to his face and slowly lowered yourself down.

"I want you to make me cum. You deserve to have a mess on your face."

He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed your panties to the side and licked a strip up your folds. He moaned and grabbed your thighs to keep you steady. He left open kisses all over your pussy. A coil began to tighten in your stomach.

"Fuck, babe. You're so good at eating my pussy. Do I taste good?"

You heard a muffled yes and smiled to yourself.

He moved from your folds to your clit. You rolled your hips against his face as he sucked and licked your bud. Every swipe of his tongue had you throwing your head back in bliss. It was almost too much but he didn't stop. He was bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Aegon moved away from your clit only to replace it with his thumb. He rubbed lazy circles as he dipped his tongue into your dripping cunt. He sped up his fucking and pressed on your clit sending you over the edge. The coil in your stomach released as you made a mess on his face.

You moved off his face. "What a good boy," you praised. "I think it's time for a reward."

You lowered yourself down his body. Wrapping a hand around his cock you worked him up to full hardness again. You gave him a few licks before taking the head in you mouth and sucking just a tiny bit. It was enough to make him moan and buck his hips up ever so slightly.

Letting go of him you chuckled when you moved to straddle him and lined up his cock with your pussy.

"Are you ready for me to ride you?"

"Yes, yes please."

"Good."

You slipped off your panties and let the drop next to the bed before sinking down on his cock. The stretch had you moaning, feeling every inch of him inside you completely. The way he filled you couldn't be described coherently. You began to move your hips slowly, taunting him. Aegon whimpered as he fought the urge to grab your waist

You leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You can touch me," you tell him. "I want you to touch me."

That was all he needed to let go of the sheets and attack your body with his hands. He ran over every single curve trying to commit them to memory. You swore you saw his mouth water when he reached up to play with your tits. You leaned down to give him better access. Immediately he took a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

You could feel that coil tighten again. Your hips rocked against him when he brought one hand to your clit. You had no choice but to sit up again and bounce on his cock.

"Holy fuck yes! Please, please, please, Aegon! Gods, you're so good at fucking me!"

He let out a deep groan as he pushed his hips up even higher. "You're tightening around me - oh, gods - you're gonna make me cum inside you," he moaned. His hands moved to your hips helping you ride him but he was getting sloppy.

"Do it." You were clenching around him tighter than you ever thought was possible.

"Do it, Aegon. Cum for me."

The thrusts became desperate and wild. You and Aegon let out a scream as you came together. You felt him empty himself inside you. His cock twitched weakly as you tried to control your collapse on him. He wrapped his arms around you.

"Can we stay like this?" He asked, his cock still inside you.

"Yes, of course." You turned your head and kissed his cheek. "I want this. I want you, Aegon."

"I know."

A few minutes passed before you moved off of him. You felt empty without him inside you but you got up anyway and kneeled on the floor so you head was by his. You ran a hand through his hair and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Let me clean you up, babe," you whispered.

"Okay." He reached over to cup your face and traced a small circle on your cheek.

You got up to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up then returned with a wet towel. Giving him a small smile, you ran the towel over his body. You were extra careful around his lower regions knowing he was still sensitive. When you finished cleaning him you slipped yourself into his arms.

"Look at me, Aegon." You said. "You're not gonna fuck this up."

"I don't want to hurt you." His eyes filled with worry.

"We are not going to fuck it up," you paused. "I love you, too. Always have and always will."