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i’m definitely capable of being normal about this

no i’m not

that is all i have to say at this time thank you

Pairings: Fem!Aemond x OFC (Jaenna x Elayna Reyne), previous Tyland Lannister x OFC

Fic summary: A day in the life of Elayna Reyne Targaryen, formerly Elayna Reyne Lannister.

Modern AU!

NSFT under the cut (wlw action, PiV with a strap on, multiple orgasms, spitting, sex toys, bondage, lil' bit of degradation, BDSM dynamic). Listen fem!Aemond fucks and fucks hard and good

"Mmmhhhmmm, ah. Jaenna. Sh- mmhmm. No. No mo- can't take."

Elayna feels on cloud nine as she babbles. Each of Jaenna's thrusts cause the bed to rattle against the wall. Elayna's tits jiggle and bounce with every movement. Jaenna grins down at her, her normally straight platinum blonde hair falling in a curly curtain around them. One of Jaenna's hands rests by Elayna’s forehead while the other presses one of Elayna’s thighs back. Her eyes dart down to where her strap on disappears into Elayna. The dildo is large, the largest they've tried. Every fat inch manages to fit inside Elayna.

"Your pussy is taking me so well." Jaenna nearly croons. Elayna nods. Her eyes roll back into her head. Jaenna's wicked grin turns into a smirk. "Poor baby. Cock-dumb already?"

Elayna wants to argue. They've been at this for an hour now with Jaenna pulling multiple orgasms from Elayna like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. She opens her mouth but no sound comes out.

"Does my slut want me to spit in her mouth? Hm?" Jaenna looks so wicked yet so beautiful. Elayna nods. She didn't even realize she was until Jaenna's eye grows dark. Jaenna puckers her cheeks. Elayna's tongue lolls out. Jaenna lets her spit hang for a second before releasing it.

"Swallow."

Elayna does. Jaenna's pleased rumble causes Elayna to arch further into Jaenna's touch. Everything in that moment is Jaenna. Every sight and sound, every scent, every feeling is Jaenna, belongs to Jaenna. Her whole being is Jaenna's.

"You can give me one more, can't you?"

Elayna shakes her head.

"No?" God, she loves it when Jaenna gets this way. "I think you can. I know you can. I want two more."

"Mhmm Jaenna I ca-"

Every thought in Elayna’s brain dies the minute Jaenna reaches between them and turns on the vibrator nestled snugly on the base of the strap. Elayna arches up off the bed so high her shoulders leave the sheets. The movement pulls at the ribbons restraining her wrists. Her toes curl so hard it feels as if they might cramp.

Jaenna moans with her. Her hips rock with renewed fervour. She chases the vibrations. Each movement pushes the strap on further into Elayna and the vibrator closer to Elayna’s clit. Elayna sobs. Tears begin to prickle at the corners of her eyes. It's too much yet not enough.

Jaenna straightens up. She grabs Elayna’s other thigh easily and pushes them both up and together. The pressure and shape makes Elayna bear down even harder.

When Jaenna throws her head back, Elayna crests. Watching Jaenna lose herself in ecstacy triggers some part of Elayna. She wants to see it again. She wants to mark the pale column of Jaenna's throat with her mouth. She wants this vision imprinted on her brain and behind her eyelids forever.

One orgasm bleeds into a second one as Jaenna chases her own high. Elayna only vaguely hears the sound of skin against skin. The blood in her veins thunders through every part of her. Above her, Jaenna groans.

When Jaenna's hands leave her thighs, Elayna nearly cries. She doesn't know if she's crying for more of Jaenna's touch or because of relief. Her legs fall back down to the mattress. Her very bones feel like jelly. Jaenna moves quickly. She undoes the ribbon around Elayna’s wrists.

Instantly, Elayna wraps her arms around Jaenna. Her legs refuse to move from the mattress. She digs her nails into the soft skin as Jaenna builds back up to her brutal place.

"One more? One more. With me."

"Jae- oh. Jaen- mphm. Please." Elayna doesn't even know what she's begging for anymore. She isn't even sure she can take another one. Her whole body feels exhausted. Her thighs burn as if she's just run a marathon, her abdomen shakes and quivers, and her cunt almost feels numb from the sheer onslaught.

The pleasure is still there, but it teeters on the unstable edge of pain. Tears blur her vision.

"One more." Jaenna does not ask or demand. She commands. "Gonna... count down."

Elayna whines. Her jaw goes slack. Still, she nods.

"10... 9... 8..."

Interspersed with the numbers are Jaenna's moans. She's quieter, less vocal, than Elayna most of the time. Elayna tries to focus on those noises. The promise of both beautiful ecstacy and painful overstimulation loom together.

"7... 6.. 5... ah, fuck."

The strap inside her almost seems to pulse with the vibrations from the bullet nestled between them. She can't tell if she's trying to move her hips towards or away from the feeling. It doesn't matter either way; Jaenna has Elayna trapped.

"4... 3- Fuck. 3... 2..."

Jaenna nearly stutters out every number. Tears openly trickle down Elayna’s cheeks.

"1. Now."

Vaguely, Elayna registers the thought Jaenna has trained her. The minute the command leaves her mouth, the coil inside of Elayna snaps. Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Above her, Jaenna shakes. The movement makes her last few thrusts sloppy and very deep. Both of her arms give. She drops down to her forearms.

They stay like that for a long moment. Eventually, awareness comes back to Elayna’s body. She feels Jaenna's weight, comforting and blissful, on her. Next, the damp sheets underneath her back. A soft touch on her face makes her turn. A small noise of complaint leaves her.

Elayna hisses when Jaenna pulls out. She feels sore, used and abused in a delightful way. Jaenna says nothing. Instead, she presses a quiet kiss to Elayna’s forehead by way of apology. She slowly stands up. Elayna wants to sit up and pull Jaenna back, but every bit of strength has left her. Boneless doesn't even begin to describe the cloud she's nestled in.

She hears shuffling and then the sound of something thick being dropped. The sound of running water confirms her suspicions Jaenna is washing their toys. Elayna sits up a little. She takes a look at her wrists, although she knows they're fine.

Sticky warmth makes Elayna sit up straight and open her legs wide.

The lube from the strap drips out of Elayna. From this angle, it looks and somewhat feels like cum. It's not as hot, but the sticky texture seems close.

Elayna laughs. She falls back onto the silk pillowcases.

"Jaenna?"

"Mhm?" The water stops. Jaenna peeks her head into their bedroom. Her cheeks are still slightly red, and her swear dampened hair sticks to her skin.

"We're going to have to do laundry and change the sheets." Elayna grins. She lets her legs fall to either side so Jaenna can see. The faux cum still drips from her. "You made a mess of me."

Jaenna's eye instantly zeros in on the spot in question. She smirks. When she looks up at Elayna again, she looks as if she wants to devour Elayna whole once more. Elayna swallows, her eyes wide. Slowly, Jaenna steps out of the bathroom. The vibrator from earlier dangles on one finger. She stalks towards Elayna, every step filled with intent. Elayna nearly squeaks. She moves up the mattress and away from Jaenna. Her back hits the headboard with a 'thump'.

Despite Elayna’s pleas not even 10 minutes ago, her cunt clenches around nothing. Jaenna's smirks only grows wider. She places one knee and then the other on the end of the bed. Elayna could jump off the bed, but instead, she presses herself further back against the headboard. Her heart beats rapidly.

Jaenna crawls up the bed. She stops when her hands are on either side of Elayna’s hips. Elayna watches every move, every flex of Jaenna's muscles, every twitch of her lips.

She squeals when Jaenna suddenly grabs her calf and pulls her down the bed with surprising ease. The sheets slide with her, bunching up underneath her upper back and shoulders. Jaenna only stops once Elayna is beneath her once more, face to face.

Jaenna slowly lowers her head. Elayna draws in a shaky breath as Jaenna brushes her nose along the side of Elayna’s neck. She pauses. Elayna almost moans when she hears Jaenna inhale.

"If you can still speak, I clearly didn't make enough of a mess of you."

Jaenna's breath feels hot against the shell of her ear. Elayna shivers.

"Maybe... maybe you should fix that. Now, preferably."

Jaenna lifts her head. She lifts an eyebrow. The darkness in her eyes stays.

"Mmmhhmm, now? I thought you couldn't take anymore."

"Yes, well, I... I don't want to wash anymore sheets. Or change them. Dry cleaning is expensive these days."

Jaenna nearly snickers.

"Whatever will I do with you, Elayna Targaryen."

"I have a few things in mind."

Jaenna moves the hand on Elayna’s hip. She trails her fingers slowly, a featherlight touch, up Elayna’s side. Elayna feels goosebumps in the wake of her touch.

The doorbell rings.

Elayna nearly jumps out of her skin. Jaenna's seductive expression quickly changes to one of annoyance. However, she doesn't move to let Elayna up. Elayna frowns.

"I should get that."

"If they need you that urgently, they'll call." Jaenna argues. She moves her hand to press her thumb against Elayna’s lips.

The doorbell rings again. This time in the silence, Elayna can hear furious knocking. It almost sounds as if two small sets of fists are pounding at the do-

"Shit! The kids!"

Jaenna sits back. She raises an eyebrow. Elayna dives off the bed to look for a robe.

"Tyland said he needed to drop them off an hour earlier than normal because he's got to leave tonight for some conference or other. I completely forgot about that."

Elayna sees her robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The doorbell rings again. Jaenna gets up and goes over to her pile of clothes as Elayna hastily ties her robe. Elayna dashes over to her bedside and grabs her phone.

It rings twice before Tyland picks up.

"Hey."

"Is something wrong?" To a stranger, Tyland sounds concerned. Elayna knows him better. She feels the fake blandness coming off of him.

"I'm so sorry. I forgot you were bringing them early."

At the sound of Elayna’s voice, two almost identical blonde heads turn towards the phone. Both of the twin's faces light up with sheer delight.

"Mommy!" Tybalt grins.

"Mommy! Mommy, let us in!!!" Jaenella almost jumps on top of her brother to try and see better. Tybalt grunts. He turns his head and snaps his teeth at Jaenella. She sticks her tongue out at him.

"I will, honey. Just give Mommy a second, okay? Mommy was taking a nap so she needs to get changed. I'll be right down."

"A nap? At this hour? Are you feeling alright?" Tyland truly does concerned like no other. Elayna bites the inside of her cheek to keep what she wants to say inside her mouth.

"Are you getting sick?" Tybalt does his best to get back into frame. As soon as the irritation appears, Tybalt soothes it. Elayna's heart melts.

"Yeah! Sick of you."

"Jaenella. Don't be rude to your brother."

"Yeah!"

"It's not rude if it's true!"

Elayna shakes her head. "I'll be down as fast as I can."

She ends the call. With a sigh, she sets her phone down and pads over to the pile of clothes left from Friday evening. Those were the last clothes she wore; the weekend had been spent naked in Jaenna's embrace except when one of them had to answer the delivery driver. Elayna grabs the dress. She barely picks it up off the ground before erupting into a fit of giggles.

Jaenna peeks her head out of the bathroom. Her boxers hang low on her waist. Elayna wants to taste the sliver of skin peeking out from between the hem of her black tank top and the waistband of her boxer.

Jaenna clears her throat. Elayna starts. She pouts.

"I told you this was my favorite dress!"

She holds what's left of it up. Jaenna almost shredded it.

"I told you if you wore it again, I would tear it off you."

"But it was my favorite!"

"I warned you." Jaenna shrugs. She saunters past Elayna into the walk-in closet. Elayna follows after her. She grabs a shirt at random and throws it on. As Jaenna bends down to open one of the drawers with her clothes, Elayna resists the urge to smack Jaenna's ass.

"Do that at your own peril."

Jaenna stands up. In her hands, she has a neatly folded pair of sweatpants. She looks at Elayna. Her good eye sparkles, daring Elayna.

"Can't keep the kids waiting."

"I won't."

Jaenna smirks. Elayna can't help herself; she has such a good opportunity here. She reaches forward and snags the sweatpants out of Jaenna's hand. Jaenna stares at Elayna, almost dumbfounded. Elayna dashes out of the closet, one leg in Jaenna's sweatpants, before Jaenna is upon her. Elayna giggles as Jaenna snakes one arm around her middle. She pulls Elayna close to her. Elayna pushes her hips back.

"You're going to pay for that."

"I plan on it."

Elayna turns her head. Jaenna leans in to capture her lips in a kiss.

"Okay. I have to let the kids in." As much as she loathes it, she pulls away from Jaenna. She shimmies into Jaenna's sweatpants. "Can you clean up the toys real quick? I doubt they'll come in here, but..."

Jaenna nods. "I've got it."

"You're the best."

Elayna steps out onto the landing. She jogs to and down the stairs. As she gets closer to the door, she hears screaming and laughter. She smiles. When she was younger, she never gave much thought to motherhood. Truthfully, it scared her. Yet as she hears her kids, her heart softens.

She throws upon her front door. Tyland stands just to the side. The fact he's wearing a poll with khaki shorts makes Elayna pause. He never wears that to the airport.

"Elayna."

"Tyland." She gestures to the shoes with a raise of her eyebrows and pointed look. "What's with the Sperrys? I thought you were flying, not sailing."

"I took the kids to the lake earlier today."

A loud squealing makes both of them turn towards the lawn. Jaenella and Tybalt come running at full speed towards Elayna. She kneels down to catch both of them.

"Mommy!"

"My babies!"

She kisses the tops of their heads, their cheeks, their foreheads. Jaenella pushes st her, but her delighted giggles tell Elayna she doesn't truly mind. Tybalt leans in to hug Elayna.

"Oh, I missed you so!"

"You saw us Friday." Elayna loosens her hold so Jaenella can wriggle free. Tybalt stays nestled to her side.

"And it was too long!" Tybalt grins when Elayna places a dramatic hand on her forehead.

"You're silly."

"Maybe."

Footsteps come from inside the house. Jaenella squeals with delight.

"Aunt J!!!" In a flash, Jaenella runs from her place by Elayna’s side and into the house. Tybalt looks to Elayna. She nods.

"Go say hi and then unpack. Mommy wants to talk with Dad, alright?"

"Okay."

Carefully, Tybalt extracts himself from Elayna’s hold. Once he's done so, Elayna stands up. Tyland looks at her.

"Were they good for you?"

"Of course." The fond expression on his face tugs at Elayna’s heart strings.

"Probably because they miss you during the week." Tyland’s eyes find hers. When they do, Elayna actively feels the gulf between them. "I know. I chose to leave. I'm... I'm glad that you still spend time with them. I'm sure your family gives you hell."

"Jason has made a remark or two, yes. Usually about how you've managed to get a girlfriend already, and I haven't."

Tyland does his best to make the comment seem innocent. Elayna stares at him.

"I'm not dating anyone."

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "I'll correct Jason then."

Footsteps announce Jaenna's presence. Both Elayna and Tyland turn towards her.

Normally, the sight of Jaenna in a black tank top with her boxer peaking over the top of her sweatpants would make her aroused. Instead, Elayna fights an embarrassed blush. Jaenna looks between the two of them.

"Tyland."

"Jaenna. So good to see you."

Jaenna merely stares at him. "And you." She clearly doesn't mean a word of it.

"Hey." Elayna turns to Jaenna. She makes a noise to indicate she heard Elayna. Her lone blue eye focuses on Tyland in a gaze that would make most men quiver. Tyland merely looks back with a blandly pleasant expression. "Jaenna. Would you order lunch?"

Jaenna's jaw twitches. Her angry gaze softens some when she turns towards Elayna. It still isn't any less formidable.

"Please?" Elayna doesn't even realize she reached for Jaenna until she touches her. Her palm rests on Jaenna's still sweaty skin. Jaenna's nostrils flare.

"Fine."

"Oh. I meant to ask." Tyland turns back to Elayna. "How was your nap?"

"It was good."

"It seemed to be." Tyland’s gaze pointedly goes to Elayna’s neck. Instantly, she brings a hand up to cover any hickies. Tyland’s lips twitch.

"Tyland. Don't you have a flight to catch?"

"Hmm?" His expression screams innocence. "Oh. Yes. My flight was delayed."

Elayna scoffs. "You fly private."

"The weather is unpredictable."

Elayna stares at him. Tyland does his best to widen his eyes in an innocent manner.

"It's a clear sunny day."

"Here? Yes. But this isn't the airport. The weather is no doubt terrible there."

"We live 10 miles from there."

"Elayna. Are you accusing me of lying?"

"Not necessarily. More of falsifying information. I'm sure you have a flight to catch, but something tells me your flight isn't when you said it is."

Tyland chuckles. He looks away as he does so. Elayna huffs.

"You forgot. I know you as well as you know me."

He lets out a humorless snort. He places his hands in his pockets before turning back to her.

"Does she treat you right?"

Elayna dips her head.

"She does."

"And does she make you happy?"

"She does." Elayna bites her tongue. "I... for the record, you... it was never about you. You treated me right. You made me happy. You still do."

"Oh, I have no doubt it wasn't me." Tyland rocks uncomfortably for a second. "If it was me, I know you wouldn't let me see the kids. You have a... habit of going scorched earth when unhappy."

Elayna lets out a humorless snort of her own. She nods.

"I know."

They stand like that for a long moment. Elayna wants to say something, anything, to bridge the gap between them. What can she, though? What words could possibly begin to fix the space between the two of them?

"Did, ah, did Jaenella mention she has her first dance recital coming up?" Elayna smooths back some of her hair. Tyland nods.

"Yes. She did."

"Do you want to come to it with me?"

"I'd love to." Tyland smiles. "On the condition you join me for Tybalt's first swim meet."

"God. I can't believe it's swim season." Elayna chuckles. "Yeah. I'll be there. Was there any question?"

"Was there any question of me going to Jaenella's recital?"

"Touché." Elayna huffs. Tyland smiles. "Oh! How do you want to deal with Tybalt playing chess? Since those are on weekends I didn't know if you had any plans."

"No! That's perfect, actually. I know he wants to do it to spend more time with you. Do you think we can get Jaenella in on it too?"

"Would you object to me being a volunteer coach?" He floats the question cautiously. Elayna bites the inside of her lip to keep from smiling.

If it weren't for the need to uphold the Lannister name and reputation, Tyland would have been content to play chess competitively for a living. He never talked about it much. Elayna always suspected his father made him go into finance to ensure Jason didn't run the family and their company into the ground.

"If we tell her she won't be good at it, then she'll be determined to prove us wrong." Tyland hums. "She gets that from you."

"Oh. So she only gets the negatives from me, huh?"

Elayna crosses her arms. Her mischievous smile negates her negative body language. Tyland merely smiles; it's the smile Elayna knows is disingenuous because she's seen him use it with people he dislikes. In the moment, it feels more playful than anything else.

Tyland’s phone buzzes. The sound makes Elayna start. It almost feels as if some sort of spell has been lifted. The previously easy air shifts. Tyland pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"Do you need to go?"

"Unfortunately." He looks up from his phone. "Am I picking up them at the usual time?"

"Yeah. The place might have to change. I'll keep you updated."

Tyland nods. "Tell Jaenna it was good to see her for me." He begins descending down the steps.

"I will. Drive safe!"

He waves. Elayna steps back into her house and closes the storm door. She doesn't close the main door just yet. Instead, she lingers, watching to make sure he gets out of the driveway fine.

A scream from inside the house makes her turn, heart thundering in her chest. A delighted cackle follows soon after, along with the sounds of socked feet sliding on hard wood. Elayna closes the front door.

Jaenna comes running from around the corner.

"Mommy, Tybalt's gonna get me!" Despite her words, Jaenella sounds delighted. It comes out from between breathless laughs. "I tickled him, and he got mad and tried to tickle me. Don't let him!"

Elayna can hear Tybalt. Carefully, Elayna kneels down.

"Oh, honey, come here."

Instantly, Jaenella runs into Elayna’s arms. Elayna wraps her arms around her before picking her up.

"Tybalt! Come here while I've still got your sister!"

"Aunt Jaenna! Aunt Jaenna, help!!!"

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