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goddessofvalyria · 22 days

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SKIN | Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!oc

Summary: Aemond only wants to make her girl feels good.

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, SMUT She/Her pronouns, kissing, sexual themes, dirty talking, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, masturbation (f receiving) tits sucking/play, squirting, sex.

This is a modern Aemond in modern AU, inspired by Mac Miller's song "Skin." Much like the rest of the album, it revolves around Mac’s sexual and emotional relationships. The song is smooth and sexy, both lyrically and sonically and the jazzy and R&B feel is a departure from Mac’s usual style.

English is not my first language, be kind and enjoy the fic <3

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"You hide your skin like ya shy or did somethin' wrong You stylish when you got nothin' on"

— Skin, Mac Miller.

Aemond Targaryen's fingertips glide over her skin like he's tracing constellations, each touch deliberate, as if he's memorizing the map of her body. His room is dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows that dance across the walls, adding to the intimacy of the moment. The sultry notes of Mac Miller’s "Skin" play softly in the background, setting a slow, seductive rhythm that mirrors their movements.

He leans down, his breath warm against her ear. “I only want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, each word like a promise. She shivers beneath him, her back arching in response to the sensation, pressing her body closer to his.

Her hands travel up his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. She tugs at it, a silent plea, and he obliges, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. He grins down at her, his eye dark with desire, the scar across his face only adding to the intensity of his look. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing hers as he speaks.

She pulls him into a kiss, deep and needy, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. Aemond groans into her, his hands sliding up her sides, under her shirt. His thumbs brush against her breasts, teasing her nipples through the lace of her bra, and she gasps into his mouth. He swallows her sounds, drinking them in like they’re the sweetest wine.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw, her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin. She tilts her head back, giving him more access, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. “Aemond,” she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Please…”

He smirks against her throat, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra. “I’ve got you, baby,” he assures her, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it aside. His mouth moves lower, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. She moans, her hands tangling in his silver hair, pulling him closer.

Aemond’s free hand travels down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. His fingers find her wet and ready, and he groans against her skin. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he growls, his fingers teasing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. She cries out, her hips bucking against his hand, seeking more.

He chuckles, dark and throaty. “Patience, love,” he chides softly. “I want to savor you.” He slips a finger inside her, curling it just right, finding that spot that makes her see stars. She gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he adds another finger, pumping them slowly in and out, his thumb brushing against her clit with every stroke.

His lips never leave her skin, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She shivers beneath him, her breath hitching as his fingers slide between her legs, finding her slick and ready.

He teases her, his fingers brushing lightly against her clit, eliciting a gasp from her lips. He smirks at her reaction, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel good” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I want to see you come undone for me.”

Without waiting for a response, he slides agin two fingers inside her, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. His thumb presses against her clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles, building her pleasure. She grips his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her hips bucking against his hand.

“Oh, Aemond” she gasps, her voice breathless, her head falling back against the pillows. He watches her, his gaze hungry, his fingers moving faster, thrusting in and out of her with a steady rhythm. She feels the tension building inside her, the coil tightening with every stroke, every flick of his thumb.

He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Come for me,” he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

His words push her closer to the edge, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He keeps up the pressure, his fingers curling inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit in just the right way. She’s so close, teetering on the brink, her body tensing, her mind going blank with pleasure.

And then she’s there, the wave crashing over her, her body convulsing as she squirts soaking the sheets, the release so intense it takes her breath away. Aemond groans at the sight, his fingers never stopping, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her. She’s shaking, her body spent, her heart racing. He cuts her off with a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as her orgasm crashes over her, her walls tightening around his fingers. He keeps moving, drawing out her pleasure, not stopping until she’s a shaking, breathless mess beneath him.

He pulls back, his lips swollen and slick from her kiss, his fingers glistening with her arousal. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan, his gaze locked on hers. “You taste so fucking good” he murmurs, and she feels a new wave of heat flood through her at his words, her body already aching for more.

He doesn’t make her wait long. He stands, shedding the rest of his clothes, and she can’t help but admire the sight of him—tall, lean, his body a masterpiece of strength and grace. He looks down at her with a predatory hunger that sends a thrill through her.

“Your turn” he says, his voice a low growl, and she doesn’t hesitate. She sits up naked, reaching for his hips, her mouth watering at the sight of his hard length. She licks her lips, her eyes meeting his as she takes him in her hand, stroking him slowly. He hisses, his head falling back, his fingers tangling in her hair as she leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste him.

She takes his fat cook into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks him in deep. Aemond groans, his grip tightening in her hair, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “Fuck, just like that,” he mutters, his voice rough with pleasure. “You’re so good at this, baby.”

She hums around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. She works him with her mouth and hand, taking him deeper and deeper until he’s panting, his muscles tensing. He pulls her off of him suddenly, his eyes wild, his chest heaving. “If you keep going, I’m not gonna last” he admits, his voice strained.

She smiles, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “That’s the idea” she teases, but he shakes his head, pulling her up to her feet.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I want to feel you.” He guides her back to the bed, laying her down gently. He positions himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he slides into her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely.

They both moan at the sensation, the heat, the tightness. Aemond starts moving, his thrusts slow and deep, each one hitting that perfect spot inside her. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. “Aemond… please...” she begs, her nails digging into his back.

He grins down at her, his eye dark and hungry. “I’ve got you” he repeats, his thrusts speeding up, growing harder, more desperate. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

And he does.

He drives into her relentlessly, his pace punishing, his grip on her hips almost bruising. She’s a mess beneath him, writhing and crying out, her body taut with pleasure. “Aemond… I’m—”

“Cum for me” he commands, his voice a rough growl, and she shatters, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. He follows her over the edge, spilling into her with a guttural moan, his body trembling with the force of his release.

They collapse together, tangled and breathless, their bodies slick with sweat. Aemond pulls her close, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I love you” he whispers, his voice soft, tender.

She smiles up at him, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and contentment. “I love you too” she murmurs, snuggling into his chest.

They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the music still playing softly in the background, their bodies humming with the aftermath of their passion. And as they drift off to sleep, Aemond knows he’s done what he set out to do—he’s made his girl feel good.

But... how they did got together?

Aemond Targaryen was always the smartest boy in school, the one who could solve complex equations in his head and recite entire passages from memory. But his intelligence made him a target. Aemond was a bit of a nerd, always seen with his nose buried in a book or lost in thought, and that was enough to draw the attention of the bullies.

He was just 11 when they cornered him one day after school, dragging him behind the gym where no one would see. He tried to fight back, but there were too many of them, and they were too strong. They jeered and taunted him, calling him names, saying he thought he was better than them. Aemond didn’t understand why they hated him so much.

Then one of them, the leader, said something about putting out his eyes, like they were going to take away the only thing that made him special. Aemond tried to escape, but they held him down, and the sharp pain of a knife slicing across his face made him scream. Blood poured from his wound, and he fell to the ground, clutching his face, blinded by the searing pain.

The bullies ran off, laughing, leaving him there, broken and bleeding. He didn't know how long he lay there, his cries echoing in the empty courtyard.

It was then that she found him. His classmate, the girl who sat two rows over in their history class. She was just passing by when she saw him, crumpled and crying, his face covered in blood. Without thinking, she ran to him, kneeling beside him, her hands shaking as she reached for her phone to call for help.

"Hold on, Aemond" she whispered, her voice trembling but kind. "I'm here. I’ve got you."

She stayed with him and the teacher until the ambulance arrived, holding his hand and wiping the blood from his face with the hem of her shirt. He was in too much pain to speak, but her presence was a comfort, a light in the darkness. Aemond never forgot how she stayed with him when everyone else had turned away.

From that day on, he became attached to her. She was his safe place, the one person who didn’t see him as just the “nerdy kid” or the “boy with the scar.” She saw him, the real him. They grew up together, side by side, through every awkward teenage phase and high school drama.

Their first kiss happened on a cool autumn evening when they were both 15. They had decided to go for a walk after dinner, a habit they’d fallen into over the years. Aemond loved these walks—they were quiet, private, and it was during these moments that he felt closest to her.

The leaves crunched under their feet as they walked down the empty street, their breath visible in the chilly night air. She walked close beside him, her arm occasionally brushing against his. They talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughing easily, the way they always did. But tonight felt different. There was a certain tension in the air, a kind of electricity that neither of them could ignore.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft, silver glow over everything. They reached a small park, its playground empty, the swings swaying slightly in the breeze. She pulled him toward the swings, and they sat down, side by side, their feet barely touching the ground.

For a moment, they just sat there in silence, listening to the rustling of the leaves and the distant hum of the city. Aemond could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a nervous excitement building inside him. He glanced over at her, taking in the way the moonlight illuminated her face, her eyes sparkling with a light all their own.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly, turning to look at him.

He hesitated for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat. He wanted to tell her everything—how much she meant to him, how he couldn’t imagine his life without her, how her presence had saved him in more ways than one. But the words caught in his throat.

Instead, he simply said: “You.”

Her eyes softened, a small smile playing at her lips. “Good things, I hope” she teased, though there was a hint of something more in her voice.

He nodded, feeling a surge of courage. “Always” he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper.

She looked at him for a long moment, her smile fading into something more serious, more intense. Aemond’s heart was racing now, his palms suddenly clammy. She was so close—close enough that he could see the small freckles dusting her cheeks, close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin.

And then, before he could overthink it, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in the softest, most tentative kiss. It was a light touch, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him, his entire body coming alive with the sensation.

For a moment, he didn’t move, stunned by the suddenness of it, by the realization that this was happening—that she was kissing him. But then he leaned into her, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss. It was sweet and soft and perfect, everything he had ever imagined it would be.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, their faces flushed with a mix of cold and excitement. She smiled at him, her eyes bright and happy, and he couldn’t help but smile back, his heart feeling light and free in a way it never had before.

“Wow” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and a hint of laughter.

“Yeah” he agreed, still trying to catch his breath. “Wow.”

They stayed there for a while, their foreheads touching, the world around them forgotten. In that moment, under the light of the moon, Aemond realized that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making her smile like that. And as they walked home, their hands intertwined, he knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

By the time they were 17, Aemond knew he wanted more. His feelings for her had deepened into something stronger, something he couldn’t ignore. He’d never been brave when it came to matters of the heart, but for her, he found the courage. One warm spring afternoon, he asked her out on a date, his heart racing in his chest as he waited for her answer.

She smiled at him, that same kind smile she’d given him all those years ago when she found him bleeding and broken. “I’d love to” she said, and his heart soared.

From that moment on, they were inseparable.

Now, years later they are in their 20s, his girl—his love—lays in his bed, and Aemond knows there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than right here, with her.

As they lay in bed, wrapped in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, Aemond runs his fingers gently through her hair, savoring the warmth of her body pressed against his. The room is quiet, filled with only the soft sounds of their breathing and the steady beat of their hearts. She looks up at him, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

“Do you remember my 18th birthday?” she asks, her voice soft, her eyes shimmering with a teasing light.

Aemond chuckles, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin. “How could I forget?” he replies, his voice low and full of warmth. “I remember everything about that night.”

She smiles, her gaze turning thoughtful. “It was the first time we made love” she says softly, her eyes never leaving his.

Aemond’s smile deepens at the memory. He remembers how nervous he was, how much he wanted everything to be perfect for her. They had been together for a while by then, but this felt different—more intimate, more significant. It was her 18th birthday, a milestone, and he wanted to give her something special, something that would stay with her forever.

“You were so beautiful” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection. “You still are.”

She laughs lightly, her cheeks flushing with a soft blush. “I was so nervous” she admits, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest. “I remember thinking… what if I’m not good enough? What if you don’t like it?”

Aemond shakes his head, his expression tender. “I was the one who was nervous” he confesses. “I wanted it to be perfect for you. I wanted to make sure you felt safe and loved. It was my first time too.”

She smiles, her eyes misting over with emotion. “You did” she whispers. “I remember the way you looked at me, like I was the most precious thing in the world. You were so gentle, so patient. You made me feel… cherished.”

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Because you are” he says quietly. “You always have been.”

She closes her eyes, relishing the warmth of his lips against her skin, the sincerity in his words. “I remember the way you touched me” she continues, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Every touch felt like fire and ice all at once. It was like… like you were showing me how much you loved me without even saying a word.”

Aemond smiles, his heart swelling with affection. “I was” he admits. “I wanted you to feel it, to know it deep in your bones. I wanted you to know that I’d always be there for you, no matter what.”

She looks up at him, her eyes soft and filled with love. “And I did” she says. “I still do.”

They fall silent for a moment, lost in the memory of that night. He remembers the way she trembled beneath him, her breath hitching in her throat as he kissed her slowly, deeply. He remembers the way her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he moved inside her, their bodies fitting together perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt that… alive.” she says, breaking the silence, her voice filled with a soft laugh.

Aemond chuckles, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip, pulling her closer.

She smiles, her heart full, and leans up to press her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss. “I love you” she whispers against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I love you too,” Aemond replies, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “Always.”

And as they lay there, still naked wrapped in each other’s arms, they both know that no matter how much time passes, no matter what the future holds, they will always have each other.

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