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NO ONE HAS TO KNOW. — STEPDAD!AEMOND.

summary: getting stuck in the middle of a storm and having to share a bed with your stepdad was definitely not in your plans.

content warnings: 4k words. 18+, fem!reader, dark content, age gap (aemond is 38 and reader is in her early 20s), stepcest, dubcon, somnophilia, thigh riding, daddy kink, unprotected sex, choking, fingering, praise kink, one bed trope.

note: you can block the tag “★. dark themes!” if you don’t like this kind of content. for those who were asking about this fic, here it is. finally. hope you like it!

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YOU CHANGE THE RADIO STATION making aemond groan in frustration.

“your mother wants us there.” he sighs, turning down the volume and giving a quick glance in your direction.

“i had plans.” you try to clean the window with the back of your hand to look outside, but the heavy snow doesn’t let you see anything. “are you sure we should be driving with this weather?”

your mother loves when both of you go to her conferences, she always says you’re her lucky charm, but you really didn’t want to leave the city this weekend. you’re sure your mother would’ve understood but aemond dragged you out of the house before you had time to message her.

“we’ll have fun.” he simply answers.

“sitting in a room full of people for five hours?” you look at him, raising your eyebrows. aemond glances at you once again and shrugs.

“you’re right. but we’re already two hours in, we can’t come back now. not with this weather.” he shrugs and you sigh, defeated.

aemond turns on the ac, humming along to the song currently playing on the radio. “what plans did you have?” he asks after a while.

“i was planning on… studying?”

“which translates into going to a party.” he chuckles, but then his whole demeanor changes. “why don’t you trust me?” his question takes you by surprise and aemond is quick to elaborate. “i know that me marrying alys must have been weird for you.”

you giggle, turning your whole body in his direction. “what makes you say that? it is, perhaps, the fact that you’re way younger than my mother?” you don’t mean to sound so defensive but you’ve never approved of your mother’s choices of partners. not because you don’t like them but because most of them have been barely old enough to drink. it was like having younger siblings. you were thankful when she started dating older men—older than you, at least.

“that’s exactly why i want us to be friends.” his smile tells you he’s being honest and, for a second, he looks younger than his age.

“aemond, that is exactly why we can’t be friends.” you run your hand over your face, exhausted. having this conversation with him wasn’t in the list of things you needed to do. “having you as my stepdad it’s weird enough, just… don’t make it weirder.”

neither of you says anything after that and a part of you feels bad for talking to him like that, but the other one knows you can’t lie to yourself.

hugging yourself, you try to sleep until the trip is over.

you have the same dream you’ve been having since that fateful night a month ago when you decided to go to the kitchen for some milk, and ended up listening to your mother and aemond having sex.

it wasn't your fault, really, you were just passing by when you heard it. you froze, struggling between keep walking or get back to your room when you saw them through a crack in the door. he was behind her, one of his hands on her hip while the other one tightly grabbed her hair, hips smacking against hers filling the room with obscene sounds.

you stood there until her moans became louder, his movements became sloppy and you felt your slick dripping down your thighs.

that night you touched yourself at the thought of your stepdad fucking you for the first time.

it was hard facing them the next morning. as soon as you saw your mother in the kitchen you felt guilty, dirty. what kind of daughter does what you did? then aemond appeared out of nowhere, startling you by grabbing your hips. you immediately pulled away, his touch making you feel even dirtier.

that night you humped your pillow thinking about him. you were going to hell anyway.

“hey,” you hear aemond’s voice and his hand caressing your arm trying to wake you. “we can’t keep driving, the roads are closed.”

“you have to be kidding.” you groan, rubbing your eyes. there’s a big sing in front of you telling you exactly where you are: a motel.

“we’ll have to spend the night here.” he looks apologetic and you soften your expression, he is not to blame. “i got us the last room available.”

“great.” you mumble, getting out of the car. “just great.”

going up the stairs to the room, your heart starts beating faster than normal, only then realizing you’ll have to spend the entire night in the same room. you and aemond. just the two of you.

you’re one second away from telling him you want to stay in the car when he opens the door revealing something you definitely weren’t expecting.

your heart drops to the floor when you see one tiny bed—just enough to fit two people—in the middle of the room.

“i’m going to take a quick shower.” aemond says, leaving his backpack at the foot of the bed.

you change to the only pajama you brought—a silk and very soft sleepwear dress—because you thought you were going to be spending the night in a hotel by yourself. definitely not in the middle of nowhere in a tiny bed with aemond targaryen.

you immediately climb on the bed, covering your body with the sheets, when you hear him getting out of the bathroom. you peek a little, and see him with just a towel around his hips, drops of water dripping down his toned chest.

you hide under the sheets when he loses the towel, all the blood of your body going to your face and between your legs.

aemond hops into bed with you, careful not to touch your body with his but failing; you still can feel his silk skin brushing against yours when he gets comfortable at a considerable distance.

you try to think about a bunch of different things. the cold war. the big pimple your friend had last week. how cold it is. your mother with a disappointed look on her face…

“do you have to breathe so loud?” aemond complains, turning around until he’s facing your back. you can feel his breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“oh if it bothers you i can just simply stop breathing, is that okay with you?” looking above your shoulder you see how his brows knit into a question as his confusion deepens.

“what’s wrong with you?” he sounds sad and hurt by your words. and for the second time in the day, you feel really bad.

“i’m sorry,” you say, closing your eyes. “this is not how i pictured my night and i’m cold. i get bitchy when things don’t go as i want them.”

aemond moves closer to you and your heart does a backflip inside your chest. he puts one of his big arms around your waist and without any effort moves you closer to him.

“wh—what are you doing?” you stammer. even swallowing is hard.

“you said you’re cold,” you don’t see him but you can hear his smirk. “and we don’t want you to catch a cold, do we? besides, i’m trying not to fall from this stupid tiny bed.”

you don’t say anything. instead, you try to regulate your breathing, once again thinking about the most disgusting things to keep you from thinking about the closeness between aemond and you, and how inappropriate it is.

after a while of thinking about the gruesome and injustice of the both world wars, you finally give up.

“i’m sorry.” you say softly. but aemond doesn’t say anything. you don’t know if he’s sleeping or not but if you don’t say it now, you would not say it again. “i didn’t mean to speak to you like that.”

“mmh.”

“i, uhm, would like that.”

“like what?” he asks, confused.

“to be friends.” you shrug, very, very aware of the closeness. “we shouldn’t hate each other.”

“i don’t hate you. never did.” aemond moves a little bit closer, his chest now in direct contact with your back. “we should get along… for the sake of your mother.”

you open your eyes, big with surprise and guilt. your mother who’s probably wondering where you are, if you’re safe, meanwhile you’re in bed with her husband.

“this isn’t right.”

“yeah, this bed is too small.”

however, neither of you tries to do something. in fact, you move closer. aemond slips his leg between your own, and you part them to give him access while your heart beats so fast you think you’re seconds away from throwing up.

you try to sleep but aemond’s closeness and arm wrapped tightly around your waist only helps to feed your fantasies. he, however, falls asleep in just a couple of minutes, and you try to ignore his slow, regular breathing on your neck and how that makes you feel, but you are weak. and a terrible person. because you can’t stop picturing aemond turning you around and taking you right there on the bed, calling you a good girl for taking him so well.

you know the thoughts you have about him are not normal but aemond hasn’t left your mind since the moment one of your best friends introduced him to you. you were mesmerized by his sharp jawline and smart ass, and to say that the long scar across his left eye didn’t make an impression on you is to tell a lie, because it only added to the growing attraction.

you had time to get to know each other a little bit, in the few occasions you bumped into each other at one of the many parties your best friend was hosting and who, you learned thanks to aemond, was dating jace—his nephew, before your mother came into the picture, and you were forgotten.

however, that doesn’t mean that the attraction you felt for aemond vanished, you simply ignored the weird feeling when you saw them kissing after he dropped her home one night.

you don’t know how they met, but you know aemond didn’t know you were her daughter until he visited your home for the very first time and saw you walking down the stairs. he tried to talk to you about it but you never gave him the chance, and eventually he stopped trying.

maybe it would’ve been easier if you had slept with him, that way he would be out of your mind by now. instead, you keep touching yourself at the thought of him and his grunts as he was fucking your mother, you keep replaying the way his hips were moving and smacking against her ass, you keep picturing yourself giving him that pleasure.

you try closing your legs but his leg between your own makes you wince at feeling the friction it creates. you slowly move your hips, trying to feel it again, and when your clit makes contact with his thigh you have to bite your tongue to hold your moan.

you close your eyes, guilt overtaking you. but only for a moment.

“aemond?” you whisper, looking over your shoulder to make sure he’s sleeping, and when he doesn't answer, you take a deep breath, cursing yourself for what you’re about to do.

you slide your hand down, spreading your folds and feeling how wet you already are. you bite your lips to muffle the moan threatening to spill from your mouth as you play with your cunt, barely sliding two fingers into your entrance. your other hand follows the same path, circling your clit with your middle finger, images of aemond’s face buried between your legs making you squeeze your eyes shut.

you try not to move too much but it becomes really hard with every passing minute, and as your desperation grows, so do your gasps and whimpers.

adrenaline courses through your body, something you’ve felt before—at night when you laid in bed, legs spread wide open touching yourself at the thought of him. but with aemond in the same bed, his warmth emanating from his body to yours, his arm around your waist holding you tightly against his chest… that is what pushes you closer to the edge, what makes you start moving your hips against his thigh seeking for something to give you more pleasure than just your fingers. it’s slow at first, afraid it will wake him up, but aemond seems to be a heavy sleeper because there’s no hair out of place, not even the slightest change in his breathing.

you roll your hips with more confidence, hands squeezing and pinching your breasts. but it is still not enough; you need him. carefully, you reach down and place a hand over his, moving it to rest on top of your breast. his hand is bigger than your own, and you wonder how would it be to feel his long, slender fingers in your dripping pussy or wrapped around your throat.

you drag your clit along his thigh, nearing your orgasm with every roll of your hips. you don’t notice you’re moaning aloud, until you feel aemond’s hand pinching your hard nipple, hot breath against your neck.

you shriek, immediately stopping. embarrassment and humiliation replacing the pleasure you were feeling just moments ago. you don’t move, you don’t talk, you’re not sure if you’re even breathing, too ashamed of yourself.

“so fucking greedy,” aemond chuckles, pinching your nipple again. “using me to get yourself off while i’m sleeping.” he grinds his hips against your ass, thrusting into you.

“‘m sorry,” you mumble, a shiver rolling down your neck. your whole body is on fire, a combination of shame and tingling pleasure.

“then do it,” his voice is low, and you can hear the smirk he’s wearing on his lips. aemond grabs your earlobe between his teeth, making you arch your back, a soft gasp spilling from your mouth. “use me just like you were doing before. want to hear those pretty sounds again.”

you swallow the lump in your throat, still not moving. you can’t. the voice inside your head keeps reminding you how wrong this is, how you shouldn’t have started something you shouldn’t be even thinking about. but your body speaks a different language, and aemond sees right through you.

“tsk,” aemond runs his tongue down your neck, and a new wave of goosebumps spreads all over your body. “suddenly you’re shy? or is that you like it more when i’m sleeping? hm?”

aemond presses his bulge into the plush of your ass, making you feel just how affected he is. you try so hard to listen to the voice inside your head but you are weak, as you’ve clearly demonstrated, and all it takes to shut that voice off is aemond’s hand sliding down, fingers expertly rubbing over your clit.

“it seems i’ll have to do all the work.” he nips at the soft skin of your thigh as his other hand makes its way to your neck, wrapping around your throat and squeezing ever so slightly.

“stop, please.” you blink repeatedly, trying to clear the haze from your mind.

“your mouth says one thing,” aemond spreads your folds, pressing one finger to your soaked cunt, making you squirm against him. “your body says another.”

your body betrays you while you’re still fighting against what you want and what is right.

“stop thinking about it.”

you really want to pull away, but your body screams for him. and you do it.

you start moving your hips, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit as your pussy clenches around nothing. your hands go to your breasts, taking your nipples and pinching, moaning when you feel the wet spot on aemond’s clothed thigh.

“use me, fuck yourself on my thigh.” he moves his leg up adding pressure to your needing hole. “just like that… good girl.” you throw your head back, giving him access to your neck. he bites and kiss and licks, leaving marks behind. “can’t stop thinking about how perfect this pussy would feel wrapped around my cock.”

aemond pushes one finger inside you slowly and you inhale sharply, one of his fingers feel like two of your own, yet it’s still not enough to alleviate the ache you feel deep within you; so you desperately search for his wrist, digging your nails into his skin, silently asking him to go deeper, faster.

“what’s that?” he teases you, leaning in just a little closer to whisper directly against your cheek. “use your words, baby.”

“want more, p-please.” you whimper when he inserts a second finger, immediately curling them upward. aemond brushes that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars behind your eyes. but before you could let go, he pulls his fingers out, rolling you onto your back.

“want me to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore, is that it?” aemond asks you, climbing on top of you and spreading your legs apart. when you don’t answer, he presses his clothed cock against your soaked cunt. “don’t you know it is rude not to answer when someone speaks to you?”

“so-sorry,” you don’t even try to hold back the gasp escaping your lips.

aemond grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “answer when i speak to you.”

“yes,” you exhale shakily, hips bucking furiously against him. “i want that… yes.”

“nah,” he gazes at you for a moment, then shakes his head. “be a good girl and use your manners.”

“want you to fuck me… please, daddy.”

aemond growls, pressing his lips against yours. it’s soft at first, both of you still insecure, waiting for the other to change their mind at any second; kissing feels a little too intimate. but when he thrusts into you, dragging the tip of his cock just right over your clit, making you wrap your legs around his waist, every coherent thought goes out the window.

he breaks the kiss, pulling away enough to get rid of his sweatpants. “you have no idea how much i’ve been thinking about this.”

your heart beats faster at hearing his words. knowing that you’re not the only one with those sinful thoughts makes you feel less anxious, it isn’t better for either of you but you’re already deep into some twisted shit, there is no turning back, so, at least, you can allow yourself to fantasize a little.

“you knew what you were doing when you decided not to use panties to bed, uh?” aemond looks into your glassy eyes, aligning himself with your entrance, gathering some of your slick before pushing inside, slowly and carefully, giving you time to adjust to him. “went to bed thinking about this.” he pants, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from thrusting into you.

it hurts, he’s stretching you to the point where you have to hold onto him, nails digging into his back while your mouth hangs open, moans falling from your lips.

“so big,” you gasp, following his gaze down where your bodies meet.

“you can take it, baby” he says, hooking your left leg up higher which allows him to slide in some more. “look at you, taking daddy’s cock so well.”

you feel so filled already, and aemond is barely halfway in.

aemond leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, warm and soft. his lips slide down until he’s kissing you again, tongue violating your mouth with such desperation and rudeness that your head is spinning trying to focus on two things at once.

he thrust into you fully, making you cry out. you feel him so deep inside of you, you are sure you can see the outline of his cock in your stomach.

you squirm beneath him, whimpering and moaning with his tortuous pace, the cold from the silver chain around his neck touching your cheek every time he slides his cock in, a welcome feeling against your hot face.

you can’t think about anything, you don’t remember why you were so anxious about or why you shouldn’t be doing this. there’s no thought in your mind besides how good he’s making you feel or how obscene the words he’s whispering in your ear are.

“tell me,” he grunts, pounding into you so hard you have to bite your lips to stop yourself from screaming. “since when have you been wanting me to fuck you?”

your eyes flutter shut, head thrown back in pleasure. “since-fuck! since the first time—” aemond pulls out, until only half of him is still inside of you, and then sinks back in, making you whimper. “we met.”

aemond lets out a loud groan, violently slamming his hips, fucking you harder and faster. he holds onto your hip with one hand, balls slapping against your cunt, as his other hand moves down to rub over your clit.

“you look so pretty like this.” aemond coos, leaning in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “taking my cock like the good girl you are.”

“daddy,” you don’t even have time to warn him before you’re cumming all over his cock, walls clenching around him and legs shaking so much they fall open by his side.

you are so warm and tight around him, that his dick twitches inside of you as he approaches his own climax. he fucks you through your orgasm until his movements are sloppier and he begins to grunt aloud, face twisted in pleasure.

then, aemond pulls out, letting out a low moan as he comes all over your stomach, hot and white stripes painting your body.

he collapses next to you, pulling you in closer. you just stare at each other for a while, not a sound coming out of your mouths, just heavy breathing and panting.

“you okay, baby?”

the pet name sends shivers all over your body. “i’m alright.” you shrug, giggling when he looks at you with a frown on his face. “i’m more than okay.”

“good. because you need a shower.” he says, getting off the bed and taking you in his arms, making you yelp in surprise.

aemond steals a kiss from you as he walks toward the bathroom, both of you still so high and lost in the moment to worry about what this means.

when you wake up the next morning, the bed is cold and empty, and you can no longer feel aemond’s arm around your waist. but, at the same time, you still feel him everywhere.

you smile, fingers pulling your bottom lip down, images of what you did the night before flashing through your mind, but as quickly as they came, the anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach also comes back, erasing the smile on your face.

you’re fighting hard not to cry when the door opens, revealing aemond carrying two cups of coffee in hands. worry crosses his face when he sees your expression.

“what’s wrong?” he takes two big steps, leaving the cups aside, and sits beside you. aemond places a warm, comforting hand over yours. but you can’t look him in the eyes. “hey,” with his free hand, he cups your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “we have a long way back home, if you want to talk… we can do that.”

you nod, tears in your eyes as you finally look at him. he has a soft expression, reassuring you that everything it’s okay, even if he doesn’t believe that himself.

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"Lights, Camera, Action!" (Part 1 of 4) - Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Reader - Modern AU

a/n: based on a request from @aaaaaamond (and yep it's a mini series rip)

Summary: You work with adult film star Aemond Targaryen and the director, his brother Aegon, for the first time.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, s*x work/adult film industry, role play, brat taming, spanking, overstim/edging, f*ngering, a vibe, p in v s*x, aemond being un unprofessional bitch, tiddy succin

Word Count: 2,845 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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When Aegon told Aemond he was extremely sure Aemond would be fond of the new actress he hired for their newest film, the younger Targaryen was somewhat skeptical. He shrugged and let his brother yammer on about how “sweet and professional” you were at your interview, but Aemond could not give less of a shit about the whole thing. What actually matters is how the two of you vibe when the camera starts rolling.

With the Targaryen family having influence in so many spheres, Aemond muses it was only a matter of time before someone dabbled in the adult film industry. He and Aegon are both just grateful that their uncle, Daemon, and cousin, Jace, are the only ones aware of exactly how they make their money. They think they’d just about die of embarrassment if their mother or sisters or, Seven forbid, Grandfather Otto ever found out. They manage to keep their whole operation pretty much under wraps, at least as far as family is concerned.

Aemond realizes Aegon was absolutely right about him liking the new actress when you walk onto the set, looking like a fucking five course meal. Aegon had described you as sweet and a bit naive, a newcomer to the industry but one who was excited to work. You approach Aemond, a bit shy and unsure, but a friendly smile on your face as you greet him.

“Hi,” you say, your voice soft and sweet, “Um, this is the set for Aegon’s film, right?”

Aemond eyes you up and down appreciatively before nodding, “Yes, it is. You the new actress, darling?”

“I am,” you inform him, setting your purse down on one of the empty chairs beside Aemond’s, “So you must be Aemond, right?”

“That would be me,” Aemond extends his hand for you to shake, “Nice to meet you, love. Nervous?”

You take his hand and Aemond takes immediate note of how soft your hands are, how small they are compared to his, wondering how they’d look wrapped around his-

“A little bit,” your shy voice breaks his train of thought, “I’ve only done a few solo films before, nothing like this.”

Aemond rests a hand on your cheek, “Don’t worry, love. You’ll do fine. Just make sure you tell me if anything makes you feel uncomfortable and try to have fun with it, hm?”

You nod, unable to meet his gaze for too long, still feeling a bit jittery about the whole situation, “Okay, so what’s the, er, scenario? Aegon didn’t really tell me very much since he was still kind of developing the idea.”

Your costar smirks slightly before explaining it to you, “It’s a fairly straightforward one. You’re a bratty little princess, love, and I’m the one who tames you.”

“Okay, brat taming,” you nod, “Fairly straightforward.”

“Exactly,” Aemond agrees, giving you a small smirk, “You ready to start, princess?”

“Yeah, I’ll just head back to the dressing room and be back in a sec.”

“Go ahead, love, I’ll be waiting.”

Aemond watches you as you walk away, his gaze fixated squarely on your ass, not caring if anyone sees him checking you out. Aegon moves to stand beside him, tossing a lazy arm around his younger brother’s shoulder, grinning to himself.

“Told you you’d like her. Pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

Aemond hums in agreement, watching until you turn the corner, “Damn right she is.”

“Wonder if those tits are real,” Aegon ponders out loud, nudging his brother.

Aemond grins at his older brother, “Can’t wait to find out.”

Aegon groans slightly at the thought, “Man, just once I wanna be the lead. Lucky bastard.”

Aemond snickers slightly, clapping his brother on the shoulder, “Hey, don’t be too upset. You still get to watch me tame her. And who knows? Maybe I can’t handle it and ask you for help.”

The elder Targaryen brother chuckles to himself and exchanges an amused look with Aemond, “I like the sound of that.”

You return a few minutes later, dressed in your outfit for the shoot. It’s a sexy take on a classic princess outfit, a light pink skirt and corset that highlights the contours of your body, making you look absolutely irresistible as far as the Targaryen brothers are concerned. The stylist they hired has fixed you up with a bit of makeup and done your hair in loose waves, so you look every bit the part. Aemond eyes you with no little degree of interest.

“You look fantastic, babygirl,” Aegon gives you a wink before running down the scene with you and Aemond.

Aegon says that Aemond is playing a knight who serves as your protector and you’ve just done something or the other to upset him and now he wants to discipline you. You look Aemond over in his knight’s outfit, and you have to admit the man is devastatingly good looking in that stupid chainmail and breeches. You’ve heard that the Targaryen brothers are a bit extra when it comes to the costuming for what are, essentially, pornos. But hey, you’re not complaining.

When the two of you go to your marks and get ready, Aemond gives you a cocky little smile before you start, “I hope you can handle me, sweetheart.”

You look up at him, a small, coy smile playing on your lips, “Maybe it’s you who won’t be able to handle me.”

Before Aemond can think of a witty response, Aegon calls action.

“I don’t need you bossing me around and telling me what to do all the time,” you say, rolling your eyes and strutting away from him in the general direction of the bed, “I don’t have to listen to you. You’re just a knight. I’m the princess.”

Aemond scoffs, easily falling into his role of being a dominating knight, intent on teaching you a lesson; he grabs your hand and pulls you back to his chest, “I’m the knight who was chosen to protect you, princess. I will not be ignored.”

You try to pull your hand back from him, glowering up at him in a way that he can’t help but find adorable as you speak in an excessively petulant tone, “Let go!”

He keeps his grasp on your hand and shakes his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he responds, “You can’t order me around, princess. I answer directly to the king, not to you. You will be punished if you keep acting like this.”

Aemond can’t remember the last time he had this much fun on set. The chemistry between the two of you is so obvious and, for a first-timer, you’re an absolute natural. He watches as you pull your hand back and pout, crossing your arms, which only serves to accentuate your cleavage in that corset, which he can’t help but stare at.

“I don’t have to listen to you.”

He can’t remember the last time he was this turned on in his life, Aemond muses to himself before speaking, “That’s where you’re wrong, princess. You’re under my protection now and you’ll follow my orders,” you turn your nose up at his words and turn your back toward him, which only brings out his dominating nature even more, “You know, it’s bad manners not to look someone in the eyes, princess.”

“I don’t care-” your sassy retort is cut off by Aemond heaving you over his shoulder as he moves toward the bed, causing you to yelp out, “What are you doing?!”

Aemond chuckles at your surprise, considering that the two of you are really just improvising this whole thing, enjoying the way you squirm in his grip, “It seems like you need to be disciplined.”

“How dare you pick me up like that? My father, the king-”

You’re cut off by him dropping you rather unceremoniously on the bed as he stares down at you, one eyebrow arched, “What is he going to do, hm? He’s not here and I’m in charge of you, little princess. I’ll discipline you all I want.”

Aemond crawls over you, grinning as you try to squirm away, whining slightly, knowing that this is all for show. That he’s about to have you and fuck that brattiness out of you. He gazes down at you, the pupil of his good eye blown wide with lust, as he flips you over onto your stomach. And even before he starts, you have a pretty decent idea of what he’s about to do.

Aemond’s large hand flies and lands a hard spank on your ass, prompting you to let out a pathetic little whine, which he absolutely adores the sound of. You continue squirming in his grip and so he lets his hand fly again, admiring the way your flesh jiggles against his hand with every spank. Gods, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen an ass like this, and he loves the way you manage to stay in character.

“I’m a princess, you can’t do this to me,” you whine.

“Don’t talk back to me,” comes his harsh response as he spanks your ass again, giving a dark chuckle as you continue to writhe against the bed, “It seems my firm hand is needed when it comes to disciplining a little brat like you.”

You can’t believe how incredibly hot you find it when he spanks you. His hands are big and rough and it drives you absolutely insane. Plus, you love the thought of hamming up your reactions for the camera, and judging by the look on Aegon’s face, he’s getting some great footage of the two of you. Aemond turns you over so that you’re facing him again and rips open the corset. You feign shyness and move to cover your breasts, but he forces your arms apart, pinning them over your head.

“Don’t try to hide from me, princess,” he gives you a sly grin, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m supposed to remain chaste,” you protest, “accidentally” grinding yourself against his knee, which is situated between your legs.

“Chaste?” Aemond smirks, “No chaste girl would be moaning and squirming under me like a bitch in heat. You’re a naughty little slut and you need to be punished.”

He begins mouthing at one of your exposed tits and all you manage to do is moan out and continue grinding against him, seeking friction. Aemond’s breath his hot against your skin as he scolds you again, telling you how naughty you’re being.

“Feels funny between my legs,” you whimper, feigning innocence, as if you don’t know what’s happening.

“Oh, poor little thing,” Aemond consoles you mockingly, moving his fingers to circle at your clit, pinching slightly, causing your orgasm to hit you like a tidal wave of pleasure, that band in your stomach going completely taught as you come all over his fingers.

Aegon calls cut, looking entirely pleased with himself at the scene, telling both of you to take five while they adjust lighting and such for the next scene, suggesting that you get a drink of water. A PA hands you a robe and you nod, pulling it on, standing on shaky legs. You’re not sure if you’ve ever had a climax that intense before, and you have to admit that it was more than enjoyable.

And Aemond? He stares after you as you head to the craft services table and grab a water bottle, mesmerized by the way your body moves with a sort of effortless grace he’s never seen in anyone else. He’s good at what he does, and he’s worked with some of the best, but he doesn’t think any of them have managed to affect him the way you have in one little scene where he didn’t even get to cum. He thinks of how cute your facial expressions were, lips parted in a silent plea for mercy, the moans you let out, and he grows impossibly harder in his pants, waiting with anticipation for the break to be over and to begin filming the next scene.

Aegon throws both of you for a loop when he tosses Aemond a vibrator, saying that in the next scene, he’ll be “disciplining” you with it. You seem relatively unphased, or maybe that’s just your acting skills, as you move to lay down beneath Aemond again, fully bare while he remains clothed on top of you, adding an extra layer of vulnerability and humiliation to this little scene.

Aegon watches the two of you with great interest as Aemond pushes the skirt of your dress up, revealing your panties to him, a damp patch indicating your arousal.

“Such a filthy little princess I have here,” he coos as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down, “What a pretty little pussy you have, princess.”

His words make you feel like your entire body is on fire, the sound of the vibrator being turned on filling you with a sense of both dread and excitement. Falling back into character easily, you look at him, shocked.

“What is that?”

Aemond gives you a sly smirk and informs you, “It’s to make you behave, princess.”

You throw your head back against the pillow as he pushes the vibe inside you, keeping it on a lower setting, too low to bring you to your peak but high enough to drive you wild with want. He increases the intensity slightly, smirking to himself as you writhe against the bed, pleading with him for mercy. Your entire body is trembling, he thinks to himself as he eases the offending device in and out of you, bringing you to the edge not once but twice, but denying you your release.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” he questions, “Are you going to beg me to fuck that pretty little pussy? Beg me for my cock?”

“Yes, sir, I need your cock, please,” you whine, watching him remove his costume, revealing his rather impressive body to you, though your eyes zero in on his length, the angry red tip already leaking precum, the sight making your mouth water, “Please, please, I’m begging, fuck me with your cock…”

And Aemond does.

He ruts against you like some sort of feral beast, growling in your ear, “Such a perfect fucking cunt, squeezing me so tight. Fuck, gonna stay buried inside this tight little pussy forever.”

You feel every ridge, every vein, as he pounds into you at a merciless pace, nearly screaming his name when he grabs the vibrator and focuses it on your clit as he continues fucking you. You come around his cock, soaking him soon enough, but he keeps going, drawing another orgasm from you, loving the way you feel around him, so warm and wet, squeezing him so tight. He pulls out, cumming all over your stomach, and collapses against you after the deed is done, the weight of his body against yours feeling oddly comforting.

“And cut!”

You come out of character immediately, one of the PA’s handing both you and Aemond a bottle of water and a couple of damp towels.

“That was,” you pause, smiling slightly, “Intense.”

Aemond gets up, his breathing slightly heavy, “Yeah, definitely a bit intense, but you were fantastic, love,” he smiles at you, offering you a hand to help you up, “You okay, princess?”

“I’m good,” you affirm, ignoring the tingle that goes up and down your spine at the feeling of him holding your hand, “Just first time nerves. Did Aegon get everything he needed?”

Aegon gives the two of you an affirmative thumbs up from where he stands, checking the footage, “We’re good on my end. That’s a wrap.”

You smile at the two of them as Aegon hands you your check and you place it in your purse, “Nice working with you boys.”

“Same here,” Aemond smirks, “It was very enjoyable, princess.”

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks at the rather obvious way he’s checking you out, but rather than say anything about it, you give him a quick wave. You turn to head toward the dressing room, but without missing a beat, Aemond approaches you once again.

“Hey, would I be able to get your number, sweetheart?”

You turn back to face him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Why would you need my number? I thought Aegon was in charge of casting…”

Aemond smirks down at you, “Maybe I want to tame you outside of the studio,” he says, clearly flirting.

You give him an apologetic little smile and turn away once more, “Sorry, I don’t date coworkers.”

He watches you walk away, letting out a quiet sigh, “Damn it.”

Aegon bursts into laughter at the rejection, “Awww, did you get turned down, little man?”

“Shut up,” Aemond grumbles, taking his seat once more, shooting his brother an annoyed glare.

“You know,” Aegon grins, “We do need an actress for that schoolgirl detention scene with the principal we’re filming next week…”

“Oh, I absolutely love the way you think.”

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