#aegosexual

For as long as he could remember, Aegon Targaryen had pinned after one person. You.

You, someone who wouldn’t even look his way, would scowl at the mention of his name and would only ever talk of him in the from insults and sighs of disappointment.

You seemed ashamed to know him, and the pure look of disappointment on your face every time he looked your way and sent you that pathetic smile. He seemed to trip whenever you were near, stumbling over all his words and blushing brighter than the red of house Lannister. A funny look for someone known for his drinking and whoering. Though he would stop in an instant for you.

He had never achieved the expectations of anyone, never even bothered to try unless it was you asking, and then he would try everything to fulfil your every expectation, need or want. And in return, he didn’t get so much as a smile.

You had hated his very existence since the day he was born.

For the first few years of his life, he served the purpose of being the one thing you were not. A boy. At your birth everyone had expected a boy. There were tourneys held for the would-be heir. Your mother, the queen sacrificed for something that would never prove true. And then when he was born the whole realm expected him to fulfil the purpose you failed to give. And then he was passed over. And suddenly you had to find a new reason to hate him.

So it became the way he followed you a round, so eager to impress you. Copying your every move and interest. Then when you both entered your teen years and the following around decreased, your new reason to hate him became his behaviour and attitude. In his youth he at least made an effort, to look nice, to learn to please. But the day he turned three and ten all effort seemed to disappear.  And a new reason to hate him appeared.

People praised him for the fact he was a man. That they all held the secret hope he would be king. They all kept their mouth shut at his behaviour and praised him for the bare minimum.

Rhaenrya too got the praise for doing nothing and everything at the same time. But you had never hated her. A fact he hated and envied.  She could do no wrong to anyone, even you. You who is the harshest of critics and could find someone to hate when it came to anyone or anything.

He tried to stop you from hating him, he tried everything and yet nothing he ever did so much as got a smile from you. You had never thought much of him. And he doubted you ever would.

That was until he had the chance for the throne and all of a sudden, your interest peaked.

You had never been much for politics or the constant arguing that took place in the family. Though you loved the chaos of it all, and the constant prying for attention from both sides, you had never gotten involved in any of it. Choosing to sit back and hate everyone and everything as you so loved to do.

Sure, for the first 15 years of your life Rhaenrya had been your only rock, until she upped and left you, leaving you with a stepmother who you were sure only wanted your love to prove something to Rhaenrya.  And though you had ruled your own part of the court, enjoying the frivolities of court life over the politics. The envy you felt for your sister’s life caused a part of you to pull towards the idea of Aegon as king. Though you found him utterly pathetic, he was perhaps the only person who had ever saw you for you and loved you unbidden.

With your father growing more and more sick by the day, Rhaenrya’s appearance at court lessening, the light began to shift to Aegon. And though you had never much considered giving him any attention, not that he deserved it. Suddenly you began to acknowledge him. And that only turned Aegon’s affections into infatuation.

And though ignoring him had been so easy before. Now it was getting more and more difficult.

Perhaps it was the way he had cleaned himself up. Stopped drinking and whoering, or at least began to do It less. Suddenly you began to see Aegon Targaryen as a person almost worthy of your attention.

The way you spoke to him didn’t change, you still sighed at his very being, scowled at his jokes and laughed at his words. But he loved it. you were at least acknowledging him, spoke to him. Looked at him.

He was utterly pathetic. The way he worshiped every word out of your lips. Fell to the floor at every glance you sent his way. He ate up every scrap of attention. And you soaked up his undying devotion.

It began to get noticed by everyone at court. How your refusal to even admit he existed suddenly turned into hesitant acceptance at his unending and unrelenting presence.

It even was noticed by Alicent who was willing to do anything in the favour of her sons’ succession.

“Aegon!” You screamed his name across the courtyard as he duelled with Aemond. His sword clattering out of his hand at the sound of your voice “Come with me” you insisted as you turned to walk, Aegon quick to race after you.

“Your mothers plotting something,” you spoke though your voice holding no surprise at Alicents newest scheme.

“What?” Aegon questioned as he continued to chase after you until  you reached your chambers doors.

You moved into your chambers making sure door were closed behind you before speaking. Your gripped Aegon by his hair, pulling his face to yours “did you beg her to do it?”

“What?”

“Is that all you can say? She wants to see us married” you gave his hair one more tug before letting him go.

“Married?”

“Are you capable of saying more than one word at a time?” you hissed, moving towards your bed.

“i- yes” he swallowed, you squinted your eyes at him, witing for the response to widen to more than one word “she betrothed us” the glee In his voice was hard to mask, the victory he felt shining in his eyes.

“yes” you scowled, “and am I to believe you truly had nothing to do with this?”

“of course… I’ve been begging for years but she always said no”

“well it looks like your begging finally paid” you scoffed, your eyes drifting to look out of your bedroom window, as if you were unable to bear looking at him.

“do you not want us to marry?” he spoke, moving forward slowly, hesitantly towards you. He took in the sight of you, lounging on your bed, the sun seemed to hit you just right, making your already ethereal beauty even more stunning. Your dress sleeve had slipped ever so slight of your shoulder, revealing more of your neckline that you intended, he could feel himself growing hard just looking at you.

“I could have anyone, I have men begging for my hand and you think that I, would wish to marry you?” you scoffed.

Your eyes moved down his body, your eyes focusing on the growing tent in his pants.

You laughed “you do don’t you? Oh you sweet pathetic thing” you said, moving to him and caress his cheek.

“why would I marry you? hmm? what could I possibly gain?”

His face grew flushed as he spoke, “my mother wishes me to be king…you could be my queen”

“Queen? Hmm I do like the sound of that” you hummed, your mouth grazing his jaw, “but still there’s you, I would have to marry you to achieve that, and what makes you think your worthy of me?” you began to move towards him, your dress slipping further down, whether intended or not Aegon did not know. You stood before him, your eyes level with his neck, the perfect height for you to place soft teasing kisses to his jaw.

Your gripped his chin in your hand and moved his face to look you in the eyes, “beg me” you whispered, your mouth so close to his, your breathes mingled.

“please, please” he breathed, as your hand moved up his stomach, tracing the lines of his chest through his loose fitting shirt. “all my life I have fought to be worthy of you…I have admired you and loved you, please…please I need you” he begged.

“good,” you whispered, your hand moving to grip his shirt, and your other realising his jaw as you pulled him towards you more, “I’ll marry you on one condition”

“anything” he swallowed roughly, his yes glued to your lips.

“You don’t embarrass me” you hissed, “you stop your pathetic actions and loose the ego, promise me”

“of course, please, I need you” he licked his lips, eyes still glued to your lips.

You hummed as you looked him up and down, realising his shirt and moving back towards to bed. “now, kiss me”

Aegon wasted no time, and he near pounced on you, he kissed was skilled and heated, egar to taste as much of you as your allow, he didn’t know if you’d ever let him kiss you again, and he was taking advantage of every second.

You grabbed his hair and pulled him back, “glad to see your whoering left you with some talent” you muttered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, pulling back before he could deepened the kiss.

“please, please, please” he begged, his hands playing with the arms of your dress.

You laughed at his eagerness, at the prospect of being his wife and queen. Laughed at the idea of betraying Rhaenrya. Though she had betrayed you first. She was the only person to have ever loved you and she just upped and left, never wrote or replied to your letters and acted as if she hadn’t been your sole family for the first few years of your life and that you were just like the rest of them, that you and Aegon were one and the same. You supposed it was only fitting for you to marry him, he was the only person who had ever loved you unconditionally, had only ever seen you for you. And you had hated him based on some silly sense of loyalty to a sister you never saw.

“do you love me?” you asked, desperate for him to say yes, to know at least one person did.

“yes, gods yes please…please I have only ever wanted you”

You hummed in response, your fingers tracing along his jaw, “promise me you will make me queen”

“if that’s what you want” he agreed, kissing your thumb as it traced over his mouth.

“I want to be seen, not overlooked”

“As do I” he nodded, swallowing roughly as you both looked at each other, and saw what was underneath your courts personas.

“I still hate you” you whispered, “you stole everything that was meant to be fine”

“I’m sorry” he hummed, his face pulling closer to yours.

“It was never your fault, you were just who I choose to hate” his lips hovered over yours, egar to taste you once more.

“Will you try to love me, as I love you” he begged.

You didn’t reply, at least not with words, but your lips capturing his in a heated kiss, your tongue teasing at his lips as you begged for entry. His hands moving down your dress, pulling it down until you were left only in your small clothes. Your sheer smallclothes that left little to the imagination.

You broke the kiss as he kicked your dress off the bed.

“take of your clothes” you hummed, playing with the ties of your small clothes, teasing to take them off an reveal what was underneath.

He moved off of you slowly, his eyes never leaving your as he took of his clothes until he was entirely bare before you.  

You practically drawled as you took in the sight before you.

“please” he begged, as you slowly removed your small clothes. He crawled towards your now naked form.  Your legs falling to the side to reveal your wet heat to him.

“please” he begged again, as he placed desperate kisses from your ankles up to your thighs. A soft nod was all that was needed as he moved his kisses from your inner thigh and moved to feast at your heat. His licks were slow at first, testing and tasting you and to see your reaction.

Moans began to spew out your lips as he moved to towards your clit. Your hands moving to grip his hair as feasted on your heat, his fingers teased at your entrance, his mouth focused on your clit as he began to finger you.

A loud moan escaped you as he entered, you grip tightening on his hair, as Your legs wrapped around his head and pushing him impossibly closer to you.

his fingers fucked you as you began to ride his face, his mouth sucking on your clit as you felt your high begin to wash over you. a loud moan escaping your mouth once again as you came.

You used your legs to push him away from your heat.

“lay back” you commanded, catching your breath as you took in his naked form, and his eyes gleaming with lust.

Crawling over him, you took his mouth into a  slow deep kiss, your legs falling on either side of his frame, your hand reaching for his cock, as you slid it between your impossible wet folds, before slowly easing down onto him.

His cock, covered in your heat

Spreading your juices along his length before you slowly eased your way down onto him.

Your moans bounced of the walls as you sat on his cock, feeling your walls stretched around him.  “gods” you moaned, as you began to move your hips. Your hands moved to his chest, using him for support as you took you pleasure. His hands moved to grip your hips, helping you move and set the pace. Your head fell forward, moving to him as you begged for him to kiss you. your kiss was sloppy, as you fell onto his chest, letting him fuck up into you as you focused on kissing him. Your peak was fast approaching, your moans increasing in volume and pitch as your peak washed over you.

Your head leant against his, your breaths fast as you took in the waves of your orgasm.

Aegon placed as soft kiss to your lips before flipping you over. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he began to fuck you and chase his own high.

His hips moved in practiced and skilled movements as he fucked you, the high you had just felt approaching once more as he too began to reach his own orgasm.

His movements became stuttered, his mouth moving to search for yours as you both came together.

His leant his head against yours as you had before, your breaths moving in sync as you regain your strength. His cock still inside you as you both recovered.

“I guess I have to marry you know” you hummed, as your hand ran through Aegon’s hair.

He huffed, “please, don’t act like you don’t want to anymore” his words weren’t the usual want and begging tone, but teasing and filled with a sense of pride, as if he had finally won a battle. And in truth he had won and you had lost.

You would marry the man you hated, though hate was now rather a loose term you would use to describe Aegon.

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