Breaking The Wheel

  Most of your neighbors were either unfriendly or just constantly doing their own thing. None of them were super loud in their actions, which was something that you were extremely grateful for. However, you thought that maybe during your first few days of arriving some of them would take it upon themselves to come and introduce themselves, maybe make a good impression and get to know the new girl who had just moved into their apartment building. But you were sorely mistaken.

  You knew none of your neighborhoods.

  Except for maybe one. But you didn’t know if he really counted.

  You had met Ameond Targaryen three times so far. Once during your second week when you had both arrived home at the same time and mirrored each other while you unlocked your front doors, him being in the apartment right next to you. You had turned to him to introduce yourself, giving him your name and smiling when he gave you his in return. The interaction was really short though as he had immediately bid you to have a good day before heading into his apartment and closing the door.

  The second time though he had held the main door of the building open for you as you carried in a large box, struggling to open the door until he had come and offered his assistance.

  So he was definitely a gentleman, which was something that you immediately noted. 

  But there wasn’t much else for you to note, as the times you had seen him since that interaction were few and far between.

  Something you did note however was how handsome he was. And how much older.

  He had long, white-silver hair that was probably more healthy than yours. You had never met anyone that had hair as naturally light as his. It honestly seemed to shine in the fluorescent hallway lights. How you knew it was natural happened upon the third time that you saw him. As you walked down the hall on your way towards your apartment after running some errands you had seen three similarly haired individuals waiting outside of his door. 

  One of them was a man that was dressed in an oversized sweater and was surprisingly wearing sunglasses, indoors, in the middle of winter. The other man seemed to be around the same age as you, maybe a little bit older. He wore simple athletic wear and was lounged against the wall with all of his attention focused on his phone. The final person was a woman who wore butterfly earrings and a comfy sweater that was very similar to the first man’s gave you a bright smile when she captured your eye. You couldn’t help but smile back. The man wearing sunglasses, upon noticing where the women’s attention had gone had looked at you and pulled his sunglasses down before leering at you with a smirk pulling on his lips. 

  That had been when Aemond opened his door and glanced down (he was insanely tall) at the man leering at you and scoffed before grabbing him by his shirt and dragging him inside. The woman simply smiled and gave you a simple wave before following, the boy not looking up from his phone while he followed, closing the door behind him.

  So you assumed the hair was completely natural, and that the three people you had met in the hallway were probably his siblings. How it was natural, you would never know, but you honestly thought it was beautiful and looked so good on all of them.

  The other most striking part about him was his face. He was one of the most beautiful men you had ever met, even with the large scar that covered the left side of his face, cutting through his eye. His right eye was a bright beautiful shade of blue and the other was a milky white. You assumed he was blind in said eye. But the scar did not take away from the rest of his beauty. His jaw was angular and sharp, his nose not quite aquiline but angular like the rest of him.

  To put it shortly, he was tall, with a slutty little waist and the most beautiful face you had ever seen. You wanted to climb him like a tree.

  And he was older than you. By how much, you honestly didn’t know, but he had to have been at least in his late 20s or early 30s. There was no way that he was in his early or mid-twenties.

  He seemed to spend most of his day out of his apartment, either working or doing something else that you could not even begin to conjure up. You would hear every time he left and every time that he arrived home due to the thinness of the walls and the big lack of privacy that the building offered. Even when he was home though, you couldn’t really hear past him entering and leaving, as he was surprisingly quiet despite the wall that the two of you shared. The only time that his apartment had been somewhat “loud” was when his siblings were over. 

  So to say he was mysterious was a severe understatement.

  You wanted to get to know him so bad. But the thought of somehow starting up a conversation with this mysterious man scared you more than anything.

  You didn’t even know how you could go about it. Whenever you saw him it was only in passing, so not really a time to start a conversation because you didn’t want to interrupt anything he might have been doing.

  Honestly maybe not seeking him out was the best decision. 

  So that’s exactly what you did. You stopped getting your hopes up that you might see him again, and didn’t make any plans to try to get to know him better (get to know anything in general about him really). You just went about your days as usual with no expectations of seeing him or starting conversations.

  -

  Your interaction with his sister happened a few weeks later.

  You had been working on a project in your apartment, wearing overalls and covered in paint. It was a commission that someone had asked for. An oil piece of an intimate moment between two lovers. Your specialty. 

  When there was a knock on your door you were honestly surprised. No one would ever really visit you besides your family, but you knew that they would not be visiting you today.

  It was very bad timing though, as your hands were covered in paint and you really didn’t want to lose your security deposit by getting oil paint on the door and walls.

  Yelling out that you’d be there in a moment, you rushed to the sink to scrub your hands with soap and water, using a rag to ensure that there was no paint left on them.

  When you opened the door a moment later you were even more surprised when it was that same woman that you had seen outside of Aemond’s weeks prior. 

  She wore a long skirt with an oversize sweater and her hair was up in intricate braids. She looked very cozy, something that you loved. She wore a bright smile on her face, just like the one she had shot you the first time you saw her. 

  When your eyes met hers she beamed at you, appearing to be happy that you were home and had opened the door. 

  “Hi!” She brought her arm up in a little wave, “I’m so sorry to bother you but I’m making cupcakes next door and was just wondering if you had any sugar to spare?” And there it was. The good old neighborly request, one that you would be happy to fulfill. 

  You nodded and felt your heart warm when her smile seemed to get wider. She radiated pure sunshine energy. “Yeah! Of Course.” Was your accompanying response.

  She stared at you for a moment before letting out a little gasp and smacking herself lightly on the forehead, “Oh no! How rude of me! I’m Helaena! It’s so nice to meet you.” She stuck the same hand out for a handshake and you quickly put your hand in hers, eager to hopefully make a friend here, even if she technically didn’t live in the building. You felt joy starting to radiate within you, and an immense urge to radiate the same energy back toward her.

  “It’s really nice to meet you too, Helaena!” You gave her your own name and she nodded in response. “Do you want to come in while I grab the sugar for you?” She was quick to nod and you stepped back to let her inside, closing the door after her.

  Upon walking into your apartment she stopped directly in the center of the room, staring at the paintings that you had displayed on the walls. Most of them were ones of your own creation. Pieces that you had spent hours upon hours working on, just because you felt the perfect inspiration for the scenes that they portrayed.

  Almost all of them included nudes, was the only thing. Just like the artists of old, you excelled in using oil paint to depict the beauty of the naked female body. While some of your paintings did include male nudes, most of them were intimate scenes that showed women in many different scenarios. You loved the ones that mainly focused on the intimacy between a couple.

  Helaena stood there for another moment just taking in the art you had displayed before her head turned in the direction of the piece you had been working on before she arrived. She slowly walked towards the easel, head tilting while she studied the unfinished canvas that rested on it.

  You stood there nervously. It had been some time since someone new viewed the art that you had created. For some reason, you felt anxious about her reaction. You wanted her to like them, to think that you were talented. 

  Why? Honestly probably because of who her brother was. For some reason in your mind you thought that maybe seeking out Helaena’s approval, a woman you had just met, would maybe put you in favor with her brother.

  You shook the thought from your mind.

  You also wanted her approval. She seemed like such a nice woman. And the thought of finally making a friend in this town sounded so appealing.

  “Did you do all of these?” You heard her say and you turned your head back to her to see her now facing you, a look of wonder in her eyes as her hands played with each other in front of her.

  You felt nervous, “Uh yeah most of them. Some are of other artists that I admire. But a lot of them are ones that I’ve done, yes.” You almost fumble while trying to get the words out, trying so hard not to stutter.

  A smile spreads across her face, her sunshine-like personality showing through. She beams at you with what looks like admiration. “You’re so talented! These are beautiful!” She wrings her hands out in front of her, suddenly seeming almost nervous from her enthusiasm for your artwork.

  You feel embarrassed at the heat that rushes to your cheeks as you blush. It felt so good when someone thought your artwork was beautiful. And to hear it from someone that seemed so kind just made you feel completely warm inside. “Thank you, Helaena…” You say quietly to her, “That means a lot to me.” You send her a smile, face still red before you turn to head into your kitchen so you can grab her the sugar. You’d hate to keep her here longer than she would want. 

  She follows you, still smiling widely as she looks around and gets entranced by all of the plants you have now that her attention has waned from the paintings. As you pour her two cups of sugar you think about her brother. You wonder if he’s as kind as her to people that he knows. Wonder if he hasn’t been as kind to you because you’re a stranger. Or maybe he just doesn’t like you. But then you remember when he held the door open for you, that was kind. But that didn’t necessarily mean that he liked you either.

  When you’ve finished getting her the sugar, you turn your attention back to Helaena and watch as she fawns over the giant monstera plant that rests in the corner of your kitchen and smiles.

  “You know,” she says, “My brother would probably love your paintings.” She turns to look at you, hand skimming over the leaves of the plant, “He’s a philosophy professor at the University of Westeros. He’s always had an interest in realism paintings and art history though. He especially enjoys ones like yours. He finds beauty in what they display.” She mutters.

  The only problem though is that you don’t know which brother she is referring to, as you’re pretty sure that she has three. Your guess, and hope, is that it’s Aemond that she talks about. It makes the most sense that he’s a professor, considering he’s gone most of the day, especially early in the morning. And looking at the two boys that you saw in the hallway that day, you highly doubt that it’s either of them.

  You decide to confirm, no point in not asking. “Aemond, right?” She beams at you.

  “Yes!” She says, “He lives just next door to you. He didn’t have any sugar for the cupcakes me and him were making today.” She jumps like she just remembered something.”Oh no! I completely forgot we were in the middle of making cupcakes! I have to get back!” She says it all so quickly. “He’s probably wondering if I was kidnapped or something! He’s so weird like that. Way too overprotective” She walks over to you, worry on her face, but rolling her eyes when she mentions that he’s overprotective of her.

  You hand her the sugar with a smile, amused by her reaction. Aemond’s overprotective? Honestly, that’s really attractive. You wondered if he’s overprotective of all the women in his life. Would he be overprotective of you? 

  But you would definitely be overprotective of Helaena too. She has to be one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met. You start to hope that you’ll get to have more interactions like this with her.

  “Thank you so much for this! You’re a lifesaver!” She throws her arms around you in a hug, catching you by surprise. But you welcome it, wrapping your own arms around her as she squeezes you tightly. You simply tell her that it’s nothing and that you were glad to help.

  When she pulls away she has that wide smile on her face again, eyes squinting. Her hands slide down to grab onto your arms. “I believe we’re going to become very good friends.” She says, squeezing your arms in a friendly way.

  You bring your own hands up to grab her arms as well, “I would love that.” And you really would. The thought of being friends with someone who has treated you so nicely and has been so kind to you, fills you with joy.

  You start guiding her to the door, intent on walking her out and being a gracious host. When she’s out in the hallway she asks if you’d like her phone number and you immediately give it to her, laughing at the little text she sends you so that you can save her own number.

  “Thank you again!” She says before she’s walking down the hallway and heading into Aemond’s apartment.

  When you close your front door you lean back against it and just let a smile overcome your face, so happy that you have finally made a friend after feeling lonely for so long.

  It just so happens to be a slight bonus that you think her brother is hot.

  -

  Helaena called you two days later, asking how you were doing and how your artwork was coming along. It made you feel so happy to have someone showing care and interest in what you were doing. She asked you to get coffee with her a few days from then, and the plans were set.

  The two of you would be meeting at a cute little cat cafe that Helaena said she frequents quite often. You were very excited.

  The day after your phone call with Helaena, you see Aemond collecting his mail as you enter the building. This is the first time you had seen him since you had determined that you would not seek him out anymore.

  Of course, that idea got thrown out the window when Helaena mentioned that her brother would be interested in your artwork.

  Now you had begun to fantasize about what it would be like for him to study your paintings. Would he appreciate them as Helaena had? Would he think them crude and vulgar for the nudity that they displayed? Or would he look at them like they were the masterpieces you wished they would be? You honestly had no idea about what this man would think.

  If his sister knew him well enough though, you assumed that simply because she said he would like them, he would. 

  That was if he even got to see them in the first place. How and why would this man ever be in your apartment? You had never even had a proper conversation with him.

  You question whether you should try to initiate a conversation with him, wondering if he would be excited to talk to you or if he would simply endure you droning on. How would you even get to the topic of letting him come see your paintings?

  In a shocking turn of events you didn’t even have to think about what you could possibly say to him as the second he noticed that you were entering the lobby of the building he turned his full attention towards you.

  You stopped, shocked that for some reason he was now fully acknowledging you. However, you were definitely not opposed.

  You watched as tucked his mail to his side and strode up to you, his long legs barely needing to move before he was directly in front of you, his head tilted down so he could stare into your eyes.

  The man was so tall. He had to have definitely been over six feet.

  And by god, he looked so good today. His long silver hair was braided and pulled back on the sides, he wore black pants and shoes as well as a black sweater and leather jacket. You had never seen someone color-match shades of black so easily. Had never seen someone pull off the color so well. But he did.

  He was the pure definition of sex.

  The piercings that he had in his ears didn’t help at all,

  God, he was so hot.

  You kept staring into his eyes, and almost melted when you heard his voice, “Hello,” he started, “I know it’s been a few days but I just wanted to thank you for allowing me and my sister to borrow some of your sugar.” His eyes never left yours. “She was very grateful for your kindness, as was I.” His lips were pursed, curving up at the edges in what appeared to be a smile.

  You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the immense eye contact he was still making with you, his bright blue and his milky white eye feeling like they were staring into your soul. You tried so hard not to stutter, “Of course, Mr. Targaryen! It was no problem at all. Your sister was very sweet to me and I find that I am growing quite fond of her. I hope that she and I can become better friends.” You beam at him, a smile coming to your face at the thought of the smiling girl.

  This response seems to please him, as you watch his lips form a wider, more genuine smile, his eyes squinting, “Yes, I am not surprised. Helaena tends to have that effect on the people that she wishes to befriend.” He pauses for a second, “And there is no need for you to be so formal with me, ‘Mr. Targaryen’ reminds me of my students. Please, call me Aemond.” There is a light flush to his skin as he says this, as though he’s blushing. 

  You decide that it’s just the lighting. It had to be. There was no way this god of a man was blushing while talking to you.

  But then you remember that he just told you to call him by his first name, and you begin to flush more at the thought of being close enough to him for that. “O-okay!” Damn, of course, you stuttered. Like you're some silly school girl that’s in one of his classes. Then you begin to picture yourself wearing a schoolgirl uniform as he stands at the front of his classroom, lecturing you before throwing you onto his desk and ruining you.

  The thought rushes straight to your pussy, and your thighs clench at the thought of this man absolutely dominating you.

  You’re taken out of your thoughts by his voice, “Helaena actually told me that you’re an artist. She said that your works were mesmerizing and that I just had to see them.” He’s leaning in a little closer to you now. Close enough to talk but not close enough to be entirely inappropriate. You wish he would get closer.

  “She did? She mentioned that you have an interest in oil paintings.” You mutter shyly as he brings up your artwork. You had assumed that Helaena would talk to him about the artwork that she had seen in your apartment, but you didn’t know that he was going to end up bringing it up to you.

  “I do. I find a certain beauty in them.” His head tilted as he stared down at you, eyes still looking into yours. You stared back, eyes wide while you started to bite on your lower lip. “Hm. I’d love to see your art if you’d let me.” Your eyes widened even more, completely shocked.

  This man wanted to see your work. He barely even knew you and seemed like he was ignoring your existence and suddenly he wanted to look upon the paintings you had made.

  That meant he would have to go into your apartment. Where you live.

  He seemed to take your lack of a response as a rejection and took a step back from you, his open disposition suddenly changing, closing himself off. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He turned to head down the hall, “Have a lovely day.” He began walking away.

  No no no. You were going to say yes! “Mr. Tar-Aemond, wait!” You called out as you started walking after him. 

  He stopped at the sound of your voice, turning back towards you, causing you to stop as well. He stood tall, folding his arms behind his back and waiting for you to speak. 

  “I’d love for you to see my artwork. No one ever really shows an interest in them at all, besides your sister, so I was a little surprised.” Your heart was pumping in your chest now, anxiety taking over. 

  He seemed to relax, his arms coming back down to his sides and a little smile came upon his face again. 

  You began to speak again, unwillingly, of course, as the words just started spilling out of you. “The only thing is, my paintings are a little…suggestive.” It comes out a little quiet, and that goddamn blush still remains on your face.

  This man is just constantly making you feel things.

  He quirks his eyebrow up and takes a couple of steps closer to you, his arms now crossed in front of his chest.

  “Isn’t that to be expected when it comes to oil paintings, sweetheart?” He questions, his smile suddenly changing from a smile into a smirk. His eyes bore into you, and for a second you almost swear that they were roaming over your whole body.

  You feel an almost tension between the two of you that wasn’t there before. Like the air is suddenly thick with raw emotions. 

  But he called you sweetheart. You can feel your thighs clench and prey that he doesn’t notice. 

  Luckily he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t react to it. 

  You give a shaky little nod. Then you notice that you both now stand right in front of the door to your apartment.

  If he wants to see your paintings, now’s as good a time as any to show him.

  “Since we’re both already here, would you like to come inside and see them now?” You bite your lip, hoping that he’ll say yes. “I can make us some tea if you’d like.” You mutter afterward.

  He stands there for a moment, processing your words. His smirk turns back into his regular smile. “I’d love that, sweet girl.” He walks back to you, waiting beside you as you take your keys out and unlock your door so that you can both enter.

  You thank god that you had done a full apartment clean not that long ago. The only messy area was where you had your easel set up with your current work in progress. It was surrounded by paint tubes, brushes, cups, and oil thinner. The rest of the apartment was clean and smelt amazing, due to the multitude of air fresheners you had. And the many plants that you had scattered around added to the already cozy vibe that it gave.

  You hoped he thought it was nice.

  He followed you inside, taking his shoes off after seeing you take off your own. You smiled at him in appreciation. 

  “So, this is my place.” You said shyly, hands clasped together in front of you after setting your bag down. “A lot of the artwork on the walls are mine, some of them aren’t but just ask me and I’ll let you know if one’s mine or not!” You say the words quickly as he stands there and watches you, looking severely out of place in your apartment with all of its light colors and plants while he wears all black. “Feel free to look at the paintings, I’m gonna go make us tea!” You mutter before heading into the adjoining kitchen.

  You can feel your heartbeat out of your chest. You cannot believe that this beautiful man is actually standing in your apartment. Looking at your paintings. God, what you would give to throw him onto your couch and ride him right now. 

  Shaking that thought from your mind, you pull out your phone and send a quick text to Helaena. your brothers literally in my apartment checking out my paintings rn.

  You set your phone down and grab your kettle, filling it with water as you watch Aemond walk around your living room, staring at the art that adorns the walls with his hand on his chin.

  Your phone chimes and you pull your attention away from him and set the kettle on the stove so the water can boil.

  Helaena was very quick to reply to you. oooooooo im sure hes gonna love them!!! they’re literally so good!!

  You go to reply to her text but stop when you hear Aemond call out your name.

  When you glance at him and walk out of the kitchen he’s standing in front of the largest painting you’ve ever done for yourself. You feel your skin heat up.

  This was one of the more intimate paintings you had. 

  It was composed of two naked women dressing each other after bathing. They were entirely naked, the one woman in the painting kneeling in front of the other, touching her legs sensually as she helped her put her underwear on. The standing woman has her hands in the other’s hair, tangled within it. They were staring at each other, communicating in an unspoken language even you didn’t know.

  To put it frankly, it was very erotic. And he called you to him when he was looking at it. You could feel yourself dying of embarrassment.

  “Did you paint this one?” He asks, glancing at you as you stand at his side nervously picking at your nails.

  You try to put enthusiasm behind your response, “Yeah, I did! This one is actually one of my favorites out of my collection.”

  You wonder what he thinks of it. Does he think it’s good? Does he think it’s disgusting and too vulgar? Oh no! Is he homophobic? You hope he isn’t. Immediate ick if he is. You once again begin to worry.

  You continue to pick your nails as he stares at the paintings, only stopping when you feel a pair of hands cup your own, stopping you from picking at your nails any longer. Your head jerks to meet his. He’s smiling at you, and you feel his hands squeeze yours. Your heart is racing, your cheeks are red and your breathing faster. He glances back at the painting, “You are very talented.” He mutters, “These paintings are truly beautiful.” He gives your hands another squeeze. You flush even more and preen under his compliment, biting your lip as you look at him. Relishing in the feeling of his hands on yours. They’re so large compared to yours. Literally dwarfing them.

  He slowly releases your hands from his, muttering about how you shouldn’t pick at your nails like that. 

  Your reply is the one you give to everyone who tells you that. I know.

  You hear the kettle go off, excusing yourself so you can prepare the tea that you had promised, shooting a quick text to Helaena when you arrive back in the kitchen. You tell her about how Aemond thought that the paintings were beautiful. 

  She simply tells you that she knew he would.

  Aemond stayed for a little while longer, accepting and drinking the tea that you gave him graciously. You don’t talk much after he complimented your artwork, since he spends the rest of his time in your apartment admiring the other ones that you have displayed while you stand in front of your current work in progress, planning what you’ll do with it next.

  He leaves not long after when he checks his watch and sees what time it is, citing that he has some papers he must go over for work.

  When you say goodbye, he not only compliments your artwork again, but he also compliments you.

  “I am not surprised that your paintings are near masterpieces, considering you were the one that painted them.” He smirks down at you before leaning forward and grasping one of your hands into his, laying a kiss upon your knuckles that sends your mind reeling and your heart literally beating out of your chest. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” You feel dizzy.

  He steps back from you, giving you another smile before heading over to his own apartment.

  You step back and close your front door, heart pounding as you think about what just happened. 

  You literally sprint to your phone that still lies in the kitchen so you can send a text to Helaena. would you hate me if i told you that im literally obsessed with your brother?

  She responds almost immediately. girly i was hoping you would be!!!

  -

  The next day you meet up with Helaena at the cat cafe as planned. 

  The place is super cute, with adorable cat drawings on the walls and cats of all breeds scattered everywhere.

  The two of you sit down at a little booth in the corner, drinking your fancy little drinks while Helaena is surrounded by about five cats and you simply pet one that lies in your lap. 

  “I don’t mind if you like my brother.” She says after you stop discussing your previous topic, scratching one cat under the chin while giving another a little head pat. 

  You flush, once again. “I mean, I just think he’s nice! I don’t really know much about him.” You mutter, looking down and focusing on the kitty that’s purring and rubbing his head into your hand. 

  Helaena giggles at your hasty remark. “You don’t have to know a lot about him to like him silly!” You look up to see her already looking at you, a knowing look in her eye. “I think he’s interested in you.” She says matter-of-factly. 

  “Helaena!” You sputter out, shocked at her bluntness. She lets out a full-blown laugh at this point, spooking the cats around her for a moment before they settle down again.

  “I know my little brother very well, and I completely believe that he is interested in you.” She says now, “You should have seen him when I told him about your artwork! He sounded so intrigued about anything I had to say about you.” She reaches up to grab her mug, which makes you go for yours too,

  After taking a sip of the peppermint hot chocolate that you got you reply, “Before this, he barely even looked in my direction! I swear he completely forgot that I even existed!” She gives you a deadpan expression in return.

  “Girly, the whole reason I came to your apartment to ask for sugar in the first place was because Aemond said you seemed sweet and like you would share some!” She finally said, giving you a smug expression when you basically choke on the sip of your drink that you had just taken, causing the cat that was sitting in your lap to jump and run away.

  “Helaena!” You say shocked. “Why didn’t you say this to me earlier?” You’re exasperated at this point. Was Aemond really into you like that? He was clearly older than you, and you thought that someone like him would definitely not be interested in someone like you. But you were becoming really good friends with his sister, who was older than him, meaning she was probably ten years older than you. You’d have to ask her. 

  She scoffed at you, “He’s still my little brother silly! I’m not just going to immediately tell you that he likes you! But the good thing is that you like him too!” She squeals, causing some of the tables next to you to look at you weirdly. You ignore them. 

  “Are you sure he does? I would rather not embarrass myself or get my hopes up.” The thought of this man actually liking you at the clear insistence of his sister is making your heart race. If he was really interested in you then what would you even do about it? Ask him out? Your anxious self would never. 

  The look on Helaena’s face looks like that of a disappointed mother, “Trust me, he likes you. Just wait, if I know my little brother well enough, then either he’ll do something about it, or he’ll give you the perfect opportunity to do it yourself.”

  -

  You kept talking to Helaena as the days went by, finding that you were much more alike than you had originally anticipated. 

  You were both creative people, whether it was through art or baking or anything else, and you bonded very closely over it.

  The only thing was, she would not stop bringing up her brother.

  It seemed that every conversation that the two of you had led to her mentioning something he had done recently, what he was currently up to, or something that the two had recently done together.

  You had to commend her, she was dead-set on getting the two of you together.

  “My closest friend dating my little brother? There’s nothing more I could ask for.” She told you when you asked her if she would even be okay if you tried pursuing Aemond. “Plus, I know you’d be good for him, he deserves to be with someone sweet like you.” You, obviously, flushed red at her words.

  That was if you even tried pursuing Aemond in the first place.

  You didn’t have his number or email or anything, and knocking on his front door and asking him out was definitely a no-go. That was just creepy.

  But this was all if he even liked you in the first place. 

  Of course, you would trust Helaena’s words, but there was still a large sense of doubt that lingered in the back of your mind.

  When looking at both you and Aemond, you appear to be complete opposites. He had this dark, mysterious aura about him while you thought yourself to be very bright and open. You were colorful, while he was gloomy and dark.

  But maybe the saying opposites attract was true? You didn’t know. You only hoped.

  You hadn’t seen Aemond at all since the interaction in your apartment though.

  You recall the pet name he had called you: sweetheart. It rolled off his tongue so smoothly, and make you go weak in the knees every time you thought about him saying it to you again.

  If he would even get the chance to say it again.

  You thought that if he had the same level of interest as you that he would be actively searching you out then, as Helaena had said he might, but you assumed that he would also think it’s weird to just knock on your neighbor’s door telling them you think they’re hot.

  You shuddered at the thought of some random dude down the hall doing that to you. But if Aemond did it, you’d probably faint right then and there. 

  You had asked Helaena how to start talking to him without seeming weird, but that girl was all for you just knocking on his door when he was home and telling him to spend time with you.

  She seemed like a real hopeless romantic. 

  She simply told you that all you had to do was talk to him more. That he would start seeking you out because he liked talking to you. Even though you’d only ever had one real conversation together. 

  But you weren’t really giving yourself an opportunity to talk to him in the first place, since you didn’t leave your apartment due to not having to.

  This gave you plenty of time to worry. Plenty of time to think about him. You wondered sometimes if you were just hyping him up in your mind. Building up this image of him and who he was and how he acted. In the end, he could be completely different from what you were expecting. 

  However, when you thought about Helaena and how she was as a person, you knew that everything she had to say about her brother was the complete truth. Maybe a little biased, but after what she had said about her other brother Aegon, you knew she wouldn’t lie about Aemond’s character just to sway you. 

  You had spent the day finishing up the commission you were working on when you first met Helaena. Adding finer details and highlighting certain areas with white paint when she had texted you.

  me and aemond are about to start making cupcakes rn and i want you here so get over here.

  You feel your eyebrows furrow at the text message, not expecting the sudden invitation.

  You knew that Helaena was currently at Aemond’s due to her texting you that she would be, and the fact that you heard her knock on his door and shout his name when she arrived. 

  what??? is aemond okay with that???

  She texts you back almost immediately. he said you can join. he really wants you here so he can stare at you like a weird cryptid but he just wont admit it. basically said “i dont mind if she joins since she’s your best friend” but what he really meant to say is “i’m in love with your best friend and really want her to join us so i can jump her bones”

  You laugh abruptly at the text, not expecting her to say that about her brother. And you feel yourself begin to flush at the notion of Aemond wanting to sleep with you. 

  Then you realize that this means that you would be in Aemond’s apartment, with Aemond. Your heart starts beating like crazy and you feel a sudden wave of anxiety blow over you.

  You look down at your phone when you see another message appear.

  get over here in like five mins and then we can start

  You send her a quick text back, rushing to your room so you can change into something that isn’t splattered with paint. okay fuck i just need to change since im painting.

You thank god that you had showered and washed your hair earlier that morning. All you had to do now was wash your hands and change.

  You decided to wear something simple that would still look nice on you, not wanting to look like a mess in front of Aemond. You put on your favorite pair of mom jeans that accentuated the curve of your ass and one of your favorite shirts. You made sure your hair looked good in the mirror before spritzing yourself with perfume. You heard your phone ding.

  bestie 

  Was all it said and you let out a little laugh. im coming rn just need to grab my keys

  A minute later you were in the hallway locking your door and walking over to Aemond’s. You didn’t even get the chance to knock before Helaena was throwing it open and throwing her arms around you. 

  “HI!” She called out, squeezing you tightly around the waist. You let out a laugh at her enthusiasm for seeing you, wrapping your own arms tightly around her and swaying the both of you back and forth.

  “You saw me only a few days ago!” You say in response. “You act as though you haven’t seen me in ages!” Helaena pulls back slightly from your hug, her eyes meeting yours as a wide smile adorns her face.

  “That doesn’t mean that I didn’t miss you.” She rolls her eyes. She’s wearing her hair up in her fancy braids again, dangling earrings adorning her ears, and a few necklaces around her neck. She has on another oversize sweater, but this time she is wearing jeans that are somewhat similar to your own. Cute as always. “Come inside!” She pulls away from you fully to grab your arm and drag you inside.

  Your first glimpse of Aemond’s apartment is honestly everything that you thought it would be. Bookshelves line the walls of his living room, filled to the absolute brim with books of varying sizes, colors and you assume genres. The theme is darker, with walls of dark green and furniture made of darker woods and fabrics. It’s very neat, with no obvious messes around. It appears as though everything has a place within his apartment.

  It feels very cozy as well, with warm blankets and throw pillows on his couch and warm lighting. Overall, you really like it. You feel as though it suits him completely. 

  Helaena lets you take in the living room for a second before she drags you over to the kitchen. This is when you notice that you and Aemond’s apartments have basically the same exact setup, but you’re honestly not surprised by that. When the two of you walk into the kitchen, you notice that Aemond is already in there, pulling ingredients out of his cabinets and setting them down on the large countertop.

  He looks so good today. His hair is pulled back into an intricate braid, which is most likely courtesy of Helaena. He wears a black sweater that he’s pulled the sleeves up on, exposing his forearms. His forearms. 

  You almost melt. Then you decide to not be weird like you usually are.

  “Hi, Aemond!” You call out as cheerfully as you can, trying not to blush when his attention focuses on you. Although that completely fails when he sends you a smile, much like the one Helaena always sends you.

  “Hello, love.” He says gently, “Thank you for joining us, Helaena was very hopeful that you would say yes to our invitation.” You watch him as he speaks to you, staring at the way his lips move. Your eyes flicking back up to meet his own as he finishes, flushing when you notice that he’s already staring back at you, a smirk starting to form on his mouth 

  You bite your lip, your eyes glancing down to the floor before looking back at him. “Thank you for the invitation, baking sounded too fun to pass out on. “ You turn to Helaena, muttering, “Not like I was given much of a choice though.” Mockingly glaring at her and laughing when she scoffs and slightly shoves you. You glance back at Aemond, your breath hitching when you see him already looking at you, an unreadable look on his face.

  “Cupcake time!” Helaena suddenly yells out, and you turn back to her rolling up her own sleeves. Aemond turns around to finish grabbing the rest of the ingredients while Helaena walks behind the counter to grab the stand mixer that rests in the corner. 

  “Do you guys have enough sugar this time?” You decide to joke, and a smile breaks out onto your face when Helaena laughs and Aemond lets out a “Hm.” 

  “Yes, luckily,” Helaena says, grabbing the sugar and waving it in your face, laughing when you shove it away and roll your eyes.

  “What kind of cupcakes are we even making?” You ask, confused when you see Aemond turn to his fridge and pull out a bag of lemons, blueberries, and cream cheese, as well as typical baking ingredients like butter and milk. 

  Helaena jumps in excitement, leaning across the counter so that her face is closer to yours as you stand on the other side. “We’re making lemon cupcakes with a blueberry cream cheese frosting.” She wiggled her eyebrows. 

  “Ooh stunnin’!” You exclaimed, “Those sound so good.” She nods her head, happy with your answer before a smirk stretches across her face and she gives you a devious look.

  “They’re actually Aemond’s favorite!” She bursts out, grinning maniacally at you when you give her a look, red cheeks burning. You then turn to Aemond to see him already glaring at Helaena, a murderous look in his eye.

  His head turns to face you when he notices you looking at him, and you sputter to say something so you don’t seem like a creep to him. “​​They sound really good!” He just continues to look at you for a second before again looking at Helaena with a glare. 

  “Should we get started?” You ask a moment later, trying to avoid any type of awkwardness that might arise due to Helaena’s little outburst,

  Curse her for trying to expose you like that. Or maybe she was trying to expose Aemond? You simply had no idea.

“Yes!” Helaena calls out, jumping around the kitchen and ensuring that all of the ingredients are now out. “First things first, preheat the oven.”

  You’re all given your own little tasks, Aemond and Helaena measuring out the proper ingredients while you zest and juice the lemons required. Helaena puts music on before you start, and you have the occasional conversation as you go about your business.

  At one moment, as you continue with your arduous task of zesting and juicing, Aemond ends up standing right next to you, standing so close as he measures out the baking soda and baking powder.

  You glance to your left, having to look up to see his face as he focuses on his task. You bite your lip in thought, admiring his side profile as he continues.

  Of course, that doesn’t last for long however as he suddenly turns his head a little bit and makes eye contact with you, a smirk pulling at his lips as his eyes then glance down to your lips. You watch as his eyes narrow while he looks down at you biting your lip. His smirk pulls wider at his lips before his eyes flicker back up to yours and his own teeth are pulling at his lower lip.

  Your heart is pounding in your chest, your eyes wide and heat rushing down to your pussy, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. You see his eyes glance down at them before looking back up at you. You barely hear it but you swear you can hear him mutter out “fuck.”

  Your attention is pulled away from each other when Helaena asks Aemond to help her prepare all of the ingredients for the blueberry frosting since you still weren’t done with zesting and juicing the lemons. You jerk your head back to the lemons in front of you, continuing your task so that they won’t be waiting on you any longer. 

  You faintly hear Helaena murmur something to Aemond, and glance up to see his entire face turn red in response. You raise your eyebrows, confused as to what exactly the girl could have said for him to blush like that. You catch Helaena’s eye as Aemond goes back to what he was doing, but all she does is let out a little giggle and shake of her head.

  You roll your eyes before juicing the last lemon, throwing it out and grabbing the bowls filled with zest and lemon juice, and bringing them over to where all the measured-out ingredients lie. 

  While you had been zesting and juicing, Helaena had measured out everything needed and had grabbed everything else that you would need, like a food processor and mixing bowls.

  You continued to help, the three of you adding and mixing until the batter was resting in the cupcake tins and Aemond was putting them into the oven. 

  You had started up a conversation with Helaena while the three of you were finishing up with the mix. You discussed how both of your works had been going; her job at the vet’s office and your most recent painting. She had told you that things had been going well recently, but just yesterday there had been an abandoned litter of three-week-old puppies that had been brought in, and everyone was worried that they weren’t going to make it.

  Your heart broke at the thought, and that was when Helaena got a call from the vet’s office saying that they needed her there if it was possible due to some complications with the puppies.

  So Helaena, the animal lover that she was, said that she would be there immediately and smiled at the both of you sadly before saying that it was an emergency and she had to go.

  Aemond had told her that he understood, with you nodding your head in agreement.

  The only problem that arose was when she asked if you guys could finish the frosting and put it on the cupcakes while she was gone. That meant you’d have to stay and finish baking. With Aemond. Alone.

  This girl really wanted to kill you, didn’t she?

  For a second you wondered if she actually had a work emergency but you had seen the caller ID when her phone went off, and you knew it was actually her work calling her.

  Before you had even replied to her, Aemond had said that the two of you would be happy to finish the cupcakes. His head slightly turned in your direction, and you watched as he glanced at you very briefly, before turning back to his sister and telling her to let him know when she’s home after work.

  After that, all you could do was watch as Helaena grabbed her things and headed out the door, calling out that she loved the both of you and would see you later.

  Then you were alone.

  With Aemond fucking Targaryen.

  Somehow, you had two heartbeats, and they were both going crazy.

  Aemond turned to face you and gave you a reserved smile. “There’s still around ten minutes left for the cupcakes to bake, then we have to wait for them to cool before we can even start frosting them.” You turned to face him as he spoke to you, crossing your arms to stop yourself from picking at your nails with the current nervousness that you were facing. “So we can start making the frosting now, that way we could take our time.” You felt like he was staring into your soul right now, so all you could do was nod in agreement and watch as he turned to then start putting everything together.

  Aemond asked you to cook the blueberries in a saucepan with some other ingredients, and that’s what you were doing while he took the cream cheese and made the other part of the frosting.

  Neither of you started a conversation at first. You felt too awkward to just start talking to him, and you couldn’t even think of anything to talk about in the first place. You weren’t well versed in philosophy so you couldn’t really ask him about that unless you wanted to be perceived as a fool, so silence it was.

  You hear the oven go off and move to the side so he can pull the cupcakes out of the oven. You watch as he puts mitts on before taking the tins out and setting them down. You don’t stare for long though as you refuse to let the blueberries burn, so you move back in front of the stove the second he’s done with the oven.

  “How is your artwork coming along?” His voice cut you out of the reverie that you were suddenly in, and you felt yourself come back into focusing on anything that wasn’t the blueberries.

  You turned to face him. He’s done with the cupcakes now, letting them cool down on another part of the counter. Now, he’s standing at the counter directly behind the stove, leaning against it while looking at you, his arms crossed against his chest. You blushed when your gaze met his. He was staring at you so intensely, his entire focus only on you.

  You smiled back at him before turning to continue mixing the blueberry mixture, smooshing some of the blueberries down as you went. “I finished the piece I was working on when you visited.” You said to him, glancing back as you said it. “Now I’m working on a personal piece.” You muttered afterward. You continued mixing. 

  Suddenly there was the warm feeling of a body right next to you. Your head quickly turned to your left, where Aemond had come so close to your side. 

  He was so close. You could feel his arm brushing up against yours.

  “A few more minutes and that should be done.” He said to you, eyes meeting yours before looking down so briefly that you barely even caught it. You turned your head away abruptly, overwhelmed by his closeness and his attention. 

  “O-okay!” You turn your head again to send him a wide smile to hopefully cover up your little stutter, growing more nervous the longer he stands next to you. When you turn your head back to the pan, you bite your lips to control the smile that starts to stretch across your face at the realization that he’s right next to you.

  You feel his body move a little bit, but it’s not to move away from you. He turns so he’s leaning against the countertop right next to the stove, arms crossed against his chest and face turned towards yours. 

  You glance upwards and find that he’s already staring at you, eyes narrowed and a smirk on his lips. Your heart picks up from its already fast beat, somehow racing even fasting in your chest. 

  A thousand thoughts are running through your head now.

  This man has to be interested in you, right? The looks he’s been giving you since you’ve entered his apartment have screamed “I’m thinking about fucking you right now.” This man would not just be smirking at you and staring at you if he didn’t want to sleep with you.

  But were you going to act on it? Hell no. The absolute mortification you would feel if you tried something and he rejected you would literally make you move. No joke. You would not be able to continue living next to him if that were to happen.

  So you just sent him another smile before finishing up with the blueberries and scraping the mixture into a bowl before putting it into a larger bowl filled with ice and water that he had prepared. At this point, you’ve moved entirely away from him to do this but he remains exactly where he is, staring at you with that look on his face.

  You cannot take the silence any longer. Perceived as a fool for your lack of knowledge in philosophy be damned. 

  “So, Helaena told me that you're a philosophy professor.” You say as you lean back on the counter across from him, matching his stance. You watch as a smile stretches across his face, his eyes crinkling as he watches you.

  “Yes, I am.” He says in response, “I teach at the University of Westeros.” He follows up with.

  Your eyes meet his, “How long have you been teaching there?” 

  Aemond’s eyes don’t leave yours but you can see him bite the inside of his cheek before he responds, “I believe it’s been around three years now.” 

  You try so hard to do the quick math to see if you can figure out how old he is. You know that you need a doctorate to be a college professor, so that means he got his bachelor's, master's, and then doctorate. Which is about 10-12 years, if you’re correct. So early 30s it is.

  Honestly, you’d probably be obsessed with this man even if he was 40.

  “Do you enjoy it?” You ask him, entirely serious. 

  He lets out a little laugh, his grin wide as he looks at you, “I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t enjoy it, sweet girl.” Your breath hitches at the name, and you bite your lower lip. His grin immediately leaves his face, eyes squinting as they dart down to your lips.

  “If you don’t stop biting your lip like that sweet girl...” He mutters it so quietly that you almost can't hear him, but you do. Your eyes go wide and you freeze, watching how he licks his lips as he takes you in. “Gods, I want to fuck you so bad.” 

  All the breath leaves your body, heat rushing straight to your core causing your thighs to clench at the tingling feeling. Your cheeks are bright red, heart racing and you feel a shaky breath leave your mouth as you stare at him.

  He actually wants you. 

  This man, this absolute god of a man wants to fuck you.

  All you can do is look at him, frozen where you stand, legs unwilling to move. All you can do is mutter out a quiet, “Aemond…” Before he’s standing up straight and advancing on you, pushing you against the counter you rest on, hand coming up to grab your jaw.

  He leans over you, body pressed against yours, face hovering above you, his lips close enough to yours that you can feel his warm breath every time he exhales. His hand is firm on your chin, not exactly gentle but not rough either.

  The warmth in his body spreads to yours, heating you up. You can feel the slight hardness of something poking into your stomach and you glance down briefly before looking into his eyes again.

  Aemond’s blue eye stares into yours, watching your every movement as your breathing starts picking up. His head presses closer to your own, your lips brushing against each other. Your neck curves back, and you push your chest and lips closer toward his, brushing against his lips again.

  His other hand slides down to your hip, gripping it firmly before pushing himself into you, grinding his cock into you.

  A mixture between a whine and a moan escapes your mouth before his lips are fully pressing into yours, silencing you.

  It takes you a second to respond to his kiss, not fully comprehending that it’s actually happening for a second. But then you feel his lips move against yours and you follow suit, kissing him with a burning passion. Pouring all of the emotions you have towards him into it.

  You feel his tongue run across your lower lip and you open your mouth, allowing him to lick into it as a moan leaves the back of your throat. 

  Your hands come up to hold onto him. One pressing against his cheek and jaw as he passionately kisses you while the other goes to the back of his head, releasing the hair tie from his hair so you can run your hands through his braid, loosening it until his hair falls smoothly from his head. 

  He tightens his grip on your hip, pulling you closer to him as he shoves you further into the counter, grinding his hips into you as his other hand grabs your hair and pulls back, exposing your neck.

  You let out a gasp at the harsh feeling, eyes fluttering when you feel his lips begin to drag across your neck, sucking and biting and licking as you shake in his arms. 

  Aemond lets out a little moan when you pull his hair after he bites down a little harder than before. You do it again, relishing in the breathy moan that follows after, pulling his head up and back to your own, melding your lips together again.

  His hands move to your hips, squeezing tight before he’s lifting you up and setting you on the counter, standing in between your legs and letting out a laugh at the squeal that sounds out of you at the sudden movement. 

  His hands slide down to your thighs, gripping tightly as he brings his face back to yours and reconnects your lips. Your hands fly back to his hair, your grip tight as he lets you guide his head for a moment before one of his hands moves upwards and stops at your neck, wrapping around it and adding a firm pressure, but not outright squeezing.

  You let out a moan, movements seizing when he adds pressure on the sides and takes your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling back and biting down lightly before pulling away from your lips entirely. 

  He stares down at you now, hand wrapped around your throat as you pant and whine, legs wrapped around him squeezing while you attempt to grind into him.

  A laugh escapes him, dark and full of promises. 

  “Do you like it rough, sweet girl?” He murmurs, fingers pressing into your throat a little tighter for a moment before loosening. You moan out, nodding your head despite the hand around your throat.

  You feel yourself entering that special space that’s only happened a few times before, relinquishing all of your control to Aemond as your mind goes fuzzy and your pussy grows wetter. 

  The both of you moan out when Aemond grinds his cock straight into your pussy, the delicious friction scratching right against your clit.

  He buries his head into your neck, biting you before moving upwards, his mouth coming to rest right beside your ear,

  “I’m going to take you to my room and I’m going to eat your sweet pussy before I fuck you raw. Is that alright sweet girl?” You moan out at the words, pussy clenching at nothing and your head nodding before he’s grabbing under your thighs and picking you up, walking you through his apartment until you reach his bedroom.

  You bounce on the bed when he throws you down, giggling while you lay there and stare at him.

  He stands at the end of the bed, tall and imposing.

  His long hair is slightly messy around his head, silver strands askew from the number of times you ran your hands through it. 

  You watch as he takes off his shirt, his lithe upper body skinny but full of toned muscle. You want to bite into him like an apple.

  You jerk down the bed when Aemond grabs your ankle, pulling you to him.

  You're right on the edge now, legs dangling over as Aemond stands right in front of you. “Do you want this, sweet girl?” He stares down at you with a smirk, hand now palming at his hard cock. You glance at it, biting your lip before nodding your head. “Words, darling.”

  Your eyes flicker up to his, “Yes.” You mutter meekly, legs squeezing together.

  He lets out a little tsk, “Yes what?” Your eyebrows furrow, and you take a moment to comprehend what he said before you realize exactly what he wants.

  “Yes, daddy.” You practically moan out.

  He lets out a groan at your words, hands rushing to your hips to undo your belt and take it off, quickly unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties.

  You’re grateful that you chose to wear your cute underwear today, some part of you hoping that this would happen.

  Aemond moans at the sight of your soaked underwear, his hand reaching out and running one of his fingers over your covered pussy. You whine at the contact, and wiggle your hips, hoping that he’ll do something more than just tease you. “Aemond…” His name comes out as a whine as well, and suddenly he’s rushing to pull your panties down your legs, spreading your legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he kneels down on the ground.

  You lay there, panting in anticipation as Aemond lays open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, sucking and biting occasionally. He continues to tease you, every so often coming closer to your core before slowly moving away and lavishing his attention somewhere else. You whine at the teasing, trying to get him to focus his attention on your pussy, but he just continues.

  “So desperate for me, aren’t you?” You hear him mutter up to you. When you look down at him, he’s already looking back up at you, lips puffy from the kisses you shared and the kisses he had laid upon your legs. “If you beg me, my love, I just might consider ending your torment.” He murmurs out, going back down to your inner thigh and sucking harshly. 

  You moan out, legs tightening around his head. “Please, Aemond. Please, I need it so bad.” You whine. But he scoffs against your leg, one of his hands hovering over your pussy before he lays a smack onto it, laughing at the gasp that escapes your lips as your hips buck into him. 

  “Now that’s not what I told you to call me, was it?” He says sharply before laying a bite into the meat of your thigh again, breathily laughing as you gasp again.

  “Daddy.” You let out a whine accompanying it. But the whine turns into a moan as you feel him finally give attention to your pussy. He licks a strip up it, letting out a moan himself.

  “You taste divine, sweet girl.” He says before diving back in and running his tongue all the way to your clit, stopping for a moment to wrap his lips around it and suck.

  You moan out, hips rising from the bed at the delicious feeling of his mouth finally on you. Your hands flying down to tangle in his hair and pull.

  He lets out a moan of his own and brings an arm across to hold your hips down, continuing his assault as he lavishes your pussy with licks and sucks. 

  You cannot stop moaning, a pressure building up in your lower stomach as he continues with his ministrations. 

  He fucks you with his tongue, his nose digging into your clit as he fucks in and out of you consistently, one of his hands tightly gripping onto your thighs as it rests on his shoulders. 

  The pressure continues building inside of you, and you let out even more moans as he brings his mouth back up to your clit and sucks, hallowing his cheeks out as he does so. All you can do is look down and watch him. Watch as he relishes in the taste of your pussy, eyes closed and grip tight.

  You feel as his hand releases your leg and drags up to your pussy, one of his fingers prodding at the tight hole before sliding in down to the knuckle, curving within you before he starts fucking you with it. Your grip on his hair tightens, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips, he lets out his own moan. 

  He continues to fuck you with his finger, sliding in another one not long after, curving both of them and hitting that spongy spot within you that makes you see stars. Your moans become more frequent, and the coil that’s in your stomach just keeps stretching tighter and tighter as you grind against Aemonds face. 

  He pulls his face away from your pussy for a moment, his fingers still fucking you as he looks up at you, his lips and chin covered in your juices. Your walls tighten around his fingers at the set and he lets out a laugh and starts fucking into you hard. “Such a dirty little whore.” He says to you, and he laughs again when he feels your walls tighten on his fingers again. “You like that, don’t you? My dirty little whore.” You moan out, knowing that you’re going to come soon, squeezing down on his fingers.

  “I-I’m gonna come, daddy.” You stutter out, spasming around him and moaning again. 

  “Yeah, baby?” He replies mockingly, “Are you going to soak my fingers like the dirty girl you are?” You feel as he adds a third one, the stretch absolutely delicious. 

  You moan out a confirmation, and he leans down to attach his mouth to your clit again, sucking as hard as he can while he continues to plow his fingers into your wet pussy.

  You feel the coil within your stomach pull tighter and tighter, a weird sensation building up alongside it, almost like you need to pee but also not. You focus on the sensation of his fingers inside of you and his mouth on your clit, your hands gripping tighter onto his hair.

  You feel your release coming, and you moan out his name as you come, squirting out onto his chin and hands and all over his bed sheets. Your legs shake, back arching off of the bed as you feel it leak out of you.

  Aemond removes his fingers from your pussy and laps up your cum, moaning at the taste. “Dirty little girl.” He mutters as he continues to lick into you, eating your cum as it leaks all over. 

  You shake in the aftershocks of your orgasm, feeling weightless as you pant and gasp for breath, your skin dewy and your heart pounding. “Fuck, daddy.” You whine out, little spasms shaking your legs. 

  Aemond pulls away from your pussy, his hand reaching up to his chin to wipe your cum away before sticking it into his mouth, moaning. He stands up fully, once again towering above you as you lay on the bed, recovering from the intense orgasm that he had gifted you. 

  You come back to earth as you feel him grab your waist and hike you up the bed, resting your head on one of the pillows that lie there as you get your bearings. He leans over you, his eyes staring into yours while you catch your breath. Then he’s diving down and connecting your lips, the taste of your lips on his mouth making you moan. The taste of you is sweet and tangy, and you can’t help but imagine the thought of what your cums would taste like together, pooling out of your pussy as he laps it up. You shiver at the thought.

  Your hands come up to wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into the meat of them. 

  You continue to kiss, his tongue licking into you as he starts grinding his erection down into your dripping pussy. You shake at the overstimulation that hits your clit, whining at the feeling when his lips disconnect from yours. You open your eyes to see him hovering above you again, a smirk on his face. 

  “From the moment I saw you I knew I had to ruin you, sweet girl.” He says, eyes dark and lips glistening. “Your pussy is delectable, I intend to make a meal out of it every day.” You moan at the words, your hips lifting up to grind into his at the thought of this happening every day. You don’t know if your pussy could take it. 

  “Please fuck me, daddy.” You mutter out, pulling his head back down to yours and kissing him. He licks into your mouth harshly, hands grabbing your wrists and pushing them down onto the bed, relinquishing your control. 

  He pulls away from you, releasing your arms and pulling you up so he can pull your shirt off of you, admiring the sight of your breasts in your bra. He pushes you back down and follows you, laying kisses across your chest before claiming one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and lapping at it as his hand comes up to pinch the other. You moan out, hips pushing up and hands cradling his head as he continues to lap at your nipples, switching in between them. 

  He pulls away and stares at you for a moment, “I’m going to fuck your pussy so hard.” He says before he’s pulling entirely away and undoing his pants so he can push them and his underwear down, revealing his swollen cock to you.

  He’s so big and long, precum dripping from his red tip as his cock bounces in the air. You moan out at the sight and open your legs to him, exposing your pussy to him again. 

  He lets out a laugh at your eagerness. “You don’t mind if I fuck you raw, do you, my love?” You shake your head quickly.

  “Please daddy, I need to feel all of you inside of me.” You whine out, truly becoming desperate for him now that you’ve seen his cock. He smirks at you before crawling onto the bed and on top of you, slotting his hips in between your legs and dragging his cock across your wet folds.

  You moan out when it catches against your clit, legs twitching.

  Aemond grabs your legs, pushing them up slightly as he holds himself up on top of you. He rubs his cock against your folds, grinding down and moaning at the feel of you. He removes one of his hands from your leg, grabbing his cock and guiding the tip to your pussy, pushing in slightly. 

  The both of you moan at the feeling. Your eyes flutter and you close them, back arches and head tipped back at the feeling. But your eyes shoot open when you feel Aemond wrap one of his hands around your throat, squeezing on the sides. “That’s right, little whore.” He whispers to you, “Keep your eyes open for me.” He gives you another squeeze but doesn’t release his hand from your throat. 

  Then he begins pushing in, your tight walls squeezing and sucking him in as you struggle to keep your eyes open, gasping at the feeling. 

  He lets out a “fuck” and keeps pushing in, hand squeezing your throat slightly. You moan out, walls clamping down on him. 

  “Fuck daddy…” You whine out when he bottoms out, cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

  The feeling of him inside of you is amazing. The stretch of his thick cock and the feeling of his hand around your throat sends you into a state of euphoria as you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

  Aemond is not much better, his eyes are closed as he struggles not to immediately start pounding into you, wanting to give you a second to adjust to his large size before he fucks you into the bed. 

  His eyes open again when he hears you say, “Please, daddy.” And he looks at your face as you stare up at him, begging him to move and fuck you.

  He doesn’t waste a second, pulling out of you before sliding back in.

  You both moan out together again, his hand tightening around your throat as he begins pushing in and out of your cunt, picking up his pace and starting a rhythm.

  Your eyes threaten to roll into the back of your head, and your hands come up to grab onto his wrist as he continues to choke you, slowing your breathing in the most delicious way. 

  The coil is back in your stomach, and this time it tightens faster than before. The feeling of his cock pushing against your walls is so much better than you could have imagined.

  You stare up at him as he pounds into you, his pace picking up as your eyes catch his. The hand that’s wrapped around your throat moves, sliding down your body until he reaches your clit, rubbing fast circles onto it as you let out loud moans.

  “Open your mouth.” Aemond suddenly says. You’re confused as to what he means, but you don’t question it, immediately opening up your mouth as wide as you can for him. You watch as he spits into your mouth. “Now swallow it.” You do so immediately, pussy squeezing around him when he calls you a “good girl” afterward.

  He lets out a delicious moan before pulling out of your pussy.

  You whine at the empty feeling inside of you, hands pawing at his arms before he’s grabbing you and flipping you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pitching them up until your face is buried in the pillows and your ass is in the air. 

  Aemond grabs onto your ass, kneading the meat of it before he leans down and bites into you, spanking you afterward when you let out a loud moan at the feeling. ‘You’re perfect.” You hear him mutter before his hands move to your hips and he’s pushing his cock into you again.

  You moan at the relief you feel, happy to be so full of his cock again. 

  He immediately starts pounding into you this time, pace fast and rough as he fucks you into the bed. 

  His cock glides in and out of you, occasional smacks landing on your ass as you moan out for him.

  You feel the coil tighten again, so close to coming. “Harder daddy, please!” You call out, panting and gripping onto the sheets tight as his thrusts get harder.

  He grabs your hair, pulling until you're leaning up on your knees, your back to his chest as the new angle lets his cock dive deeper into your pussy. You moan out together, and you turn your head to face his, your lips connecting in a messy, passionate kiss. Your hand goes up to cradle his head, the other grabbing onto his side from behind, as he continues to fuck up into you.

  You feel the coil tighten and tighten, bringing you so close to relief. Then Aemond moves his hand to your pussy, finding your clit and rubbing it harshly until you're seeing stars and coming on his cock.

  You moan out loudly, body shuddering as he continues to fuck you, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you pull tightly on his hair. Moaning even louder when you feel the heat of his cum fill you as he comes inside of your pussy, his own moans mixing with yours as he connects your lips again.

  You continue to kiss as you both come down from your highs. Breaths mingling when you pull away from each other.

  You stare into his eyes as he stares into yours, the both of you panting for breath. A smile begins to pull on your lips, one forming on his own not long after. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you into him as he passionately kisses you again.

  He pulls away from you again, slowly pulling his cock out of your ruined pussy. You whine at the feeling, missing his cock inside of you and feeling empty. He gives you a short peck on the lips and helps lay you down on the bed before pulling away from you entirely.

  “I’ll be back in a moment, my love.” He says. You nod your head and close your eyes, feeling the exhaustion creep into your frame now that you’re done. 

  You don’t know how long you lay there for when Aemond gets back. You feel him spread your legs a little before a cool wet cloth is rubbing away the cum that drenches your pussy. You open your eyes and watch him, a smile on your face at his caring and kind actions.

  He glances up at you when he’s done, setting the cloth aside and climbing back into the bed right next to you.

  He pulls you into him, laying on his back and pulling you to rest on his chest. You wrap your arm around him, squeezing tight as you hear the thumping of his heart as your head lays on his chest.

  You feel him lean down and press a kiss to your head, sighing in contentment at the moment.

  After a few minutes of resting and settling after your little rendezvous, you pull away from Aemond a little bit, leaning up on your elbow as you look at him, him looking back at you. A small smile rests on his face, and you lean forward and press a kiss to your lips, humming with joy as his lips press back against yours.

  When you pull away you look back down at him, eyes roaming over his face.

  Now or never.

  “Would you like to go out on a date with me?” You ask him, heartbeat picking up and anxiety clawing at you. 

  He leans up, wrapping his arms around you as he responds, a large smile gracing his face as he tells you that he’d love to go on a date with you.

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