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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Untouched.

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Dark!Chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Innocent!Reader

WORDS: 1,837.

SUMMARY: Aegon finds himself a new obsession in the form of you, that drives him beyond his wildest, unimaginable dreams.

WARNINGS: dark!aegon, fingering, non-con sex, breeding kink, innocence kink, mentions of stalking, slight reference to Stockholm syndrome, mentions of unintentional harm, mentions of pregnancy, NSFW.

A/N - this aegon has been on my mind for quite some time now & I don't think he's ever going to leave. I apologise for my shit ass smut, I wish ya’ll could just read my mind LMAO.

Aegon became grossly infatuated with you the moment, he’d laid those lilac eyes on you, the moment he heard the sweet, innocent sound of your laugh and could feel your overall warm presence.

He’d observe you closely at a distance in court, he was the son of the King and ‘rightful’ heir to the Iron Throne, he did not want to frighten you off just by his mere stature.

He had asked around about you, who you were, what you were like, however he gathered that by listening in on your conversations.

He often forced his own knights/servants to spy on you if he could not himself, for he wanted updates on who you’d interact with, what about and why. He needed to know everything.

You began to occupy his thoughts night and day, and he could not find solace, even when he attempted to settle his urges and desires with countless women he sought in the Streets of Silk.

Even in his drunken state did this worsen his mind, for he filled himself with filthy thoughts of all the things he could possibly do with you. Envisioning your body beneath his as he pumped himself into you, the way your mouth would feel tightly wrapped and sucking on his throbbing cock, taking all his girth in. The way he'd shove your head deeper, as he satisfied himself, and comforted you for being such a good girl.

He'd concluded that nothing could nor would satisfy him unless it was you.

Nonetheless, after his investigations into you, he’d come to gather that you were innocent, unwed and untouched. This only drove his want for you deeper, every fibre in his body urging him to thrust and force himself on you, so that he could claim you.

In time, you had heard whispers that he had been asking around about you, he was the King’s son and he was curious, people inevitably talk.

His reputation was notorious across those familiar with King’s Landing. He was known to bed with as many whores as he pleased, often even forcing himself upon helpless servants. He’s been known to conduct bets in the fighting pits, and Gods know what other carnal pleasures he lusts for.

You did not want Aegon to pursue you, he was not a man but a monster in your eyes.

Although, much to your unfortunate he keenly noticed how less apparent and absent you'd become to court and royal feasts and events.

This angered him, it wounded him, for he knew you were frightened and had come to the decision that you did not want him.

This wouldn’t stop him, as his spies had gathered plenty of evidence to know of your usual whereabouts, he was able to find you in no time. Often you shared similar lessons with Helaena, his younger sister, and he relished in this.

The frustration of not seeing you acted as his courage, as he stopped you in an isolated hallway, it felt all planned for there was not a single soul insight. He must've commanded the guards to leave.

“You’ve been hiding from me, my sweet girl.”

You’d frozen, not being able to comprehend this sudden ambush nor having the courage to muster any response.

You felt yourself pacing slowly backwards, although Aegon followed you, closing the distance until you found yourself barricaded in a corner between the stone wall edges and Aegon’s massive frame.

Aegon, unlike his younger brother, was larger in size. Although he trained occasionally in combat fighting, and rode his dragon Sunfyre, the physical activity could not compete with his large appetite, nor his thirst to drink wine by the barrels. You could smell the strong tinge of alcohol on him, although he did not seem drunk, however much more alert.

His piercing eyes glued to you, wandering all over your body, you thought you could almost hear a deep growl bellowing in his throat.

His hand reached up towards your breast, and you instinctively slapped it away, although this entertained him, a sly smirk appeared on his face.

Not a second passed, before his hands gripped your arms, turning you to face the wall, as he pushed himself into your back.

“See what you do to me, how you make me feel.”

He began slowly gliding his hard cock against your backside, its form burying itself into ass cheeks, one hand remained firmly entwined with your arm to resist your escape, as your palm remained rested on the wall, and his other hand, fingers interlocked with yours began to snake its way down to you cunt.

Much to your surprise as he lifted up the front of your dress, his fingers still locked with yours circling your entrance.

A low chuckle escaped his lips that stood directly against your ear, as he too felt the wetness beginning to pool.

“And look at what I do to you, hmm.”

This only made his cock harder, you could feel the restriction in his pants, the deeper he thrusted himself into you.

He deploy inhaled your scent in, nibbling at the tender sides of your neck, as you turned resting your head on his shoulder.

“Fuck, Y/N. You think I could let you walk around without giving me what I want.”

You couldn’t help yourself, the way your body gave into him. You tried so desperately to stop when your senses gathered some normalcy, although Aegon was too strong to overpower.

Your back arched just perfectly against his stout stomach, his fingers shoved in deeper encircling your cunt in ways you never thought possible.

You’d never been touched like this before.

As you felt your body heating, an excitement building in between your legs, Aegon had let go completely, leaving you a squirming, whimpering mess. You fell to the floor, and as he gathered himself, he disappeared.

From that moment on, it was not the last encounter Aegon would intend on having.

He found himself sneaking into your chambers, forcing himself on top of you, this time he’d commit to the deed.

Or he’d even send for a servant, deceiving you to miss out on a lesson or an event, where he could meet you in some dingy, isolated place in the castle or outdoors, where he could fuck you senselessly whenever he felt.

After various attempts you did not resist, for the sex and the attention he gave was an addiction. No man, had ever come remotely close to what Aegon would do to you.

And although this was not how you envisioned your life to go, you did not fight it. Aegon despite his tendencies and dark fantasies, took care of you. He made sure you were safe and protected out of harms way, for God’s sake he was the future King.

He ensured maids were sent to help you after your sensual interactions, and occasionally sent gifts to you, such as jewels, clothes (to make up for the many times he’d rip and tore your dresses and beloved jewels off of you in the heat of the moment.

He did not care that you were not wed for he could not physically wait, and he knew that the formalities of betrothals were time-consuming.

He did not intend to gain your father's hand in marriage for he knew, most likely he would be denied for who he was.

Aegon knew how people saw him, and to some degree it turned him bitter. Although, having seen you, you were his last strand of hope, that perhaps he could force someone to see him in a different light.

Despite your initial pleas to wait to consummate, you’d succumbed to Aegon’s desires, for you knew now you were his, tainted by his seed.

His primal instinct to claim you had overpowered him, as his thick cock would bury itself deep into you, stretching your walls out, as it throbbed for him.

“Ugh, look at how tight you are, how well you take me all in. Just perfect for me.”

Aegon loved your tits, he often found himself biting down on the meat, and suckling at the nipple. He’d seat you on his lap, his cock still buried in you, as he’d leave wet, trail marks of kisses and hickeys all across your soft skin.

His hands would tightly grip your ass cheeks as often he became tired, would he encourage you to ride him as he watched from below. Your hands rested on his stomach and podgy muscular chest. He loved the way you straddled his thick thighs, because of how large they were your cunt would naturally expose itself, allowing you to ease yourself down onto his cock. It was the perfect seat. As you rode him, the way your cheeks smacked down against his thighs, the friction he loved.

Another thing you’d come to realise of Aegon was how he did not care for how he looked, he has the body made for a King and you deeply would come to admire it as he did.

You’d noticed now that his drinking habits (not yet come to a halt) had eased. Much of your encounters occurred when he was sober, from time to time he would seek you out drunk, although he knew that this displeased you.

He was much more rough and sloppy when he was drunk, as often in the following days, he’d realise the bruises he’d leave on your body from the way he’d tightly grip you. The one that frightened him the most, was a bruise he’d left behind, that he noticed whilst you were asleep on top of his chest, his finger marks pigmented purplish-green on the skin of your throat.

He did not know his own strength, and so he vowed to himself to lessen the drinking.

He did however love to sip the wine off you, if he had not drunk prior throughout the day. The way he poured and allowed it to flow down your cunt, as he would longingly eat you out, the way his tongue swirled and devoured your sweetness infused with the wine.

The man thrived off your body, and it drove him even more feral that he knew your body was made to take his children.

“Going to fuck you senseless until I see your stomach swell with my child. I want everyone to know who did this to you.”

“Look at how well you soak up my seed, your body was made for me, my sweet, sweet girl.”

Aegon would always cum inside you, regardless of where you were fucking or what mess was left behind, he wanted people to know.

He wanted people to know the reason your stomach swoll was because the child that grew warmly inside was his, the reason your breasts became large and tender full of milk, and the way your hips grew to prepare for birthing the babe was all because of him, the way you’d waddle around the castle yard… All his undoing.

He had no shame, and would argue with anyone that had an issue or spoke ill of you in front of him. He even attacked a young knight that dared to compare you to a whore, as he had momentarily walked by.

As part of Aegon’s plan, you were confirmed by a maester to be pregnant. Once his family had known that you were with child, an immediate, private wedding ceremony was held, to uphold and appease the Faith.

Aegon did not mind for this, for he did what he had set out to do.

Overtime, you had come to love Aegon as he loved you deeply. For certainty, he took great care of you and your child. Whether it was an obsession or not, he had eyes only for you, you were his and his alone.