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You casually sip on your second glass of wine for the night, letting the soft sound of low-playing jazz roll over you. You used to love events like this. Getting dressed up and smiling for pictures, pressed between your parents. The picture-perfect family.
It was easier when the elections were local, the politics of your backyard. You played the role of the good girl next door well, but it grew tiresome as you grew older. But your family’s role in politics became greater and suddenly you found yourself at another reelection campaign dinner, surrounded by sharks.
Your parents were smiling now, enraptured in conversation with Rhaenyra Targaryen, a popular candidate they were backing. This election was supposed to be historic, Rhaenyra was running against her half-brother, who was not present this evening, though very well represented. You take another sip of wine, watching the show in front of you.
You know he’s here somewhere.
Jace Velaryon walks up to you, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. Not who you were talking about. He wraps a hand casually around your waist, playing the part perfectly. You and Jace aren’t really dating, just putting on a little show to gather some publicity for your parents. Works like a charm.
Good girl next door dating the perfect boy next door.
A story for the ages.
Your eyes flicker around the room. He has to be here.
Aemond Targaryen rarely misses an opportunity to support his family.
And to annoy you. But who’s counting?
You and Aemond have known each other since grade school; both funneled into private school when your parents became more well-known. You quickly began to hate each other, both of you top students always battling back and forth for the number one spot in classes. He was such a pretentious ass.
You finally spot him across the room, next to his grandfather of course. Everything is a learning opportunity for Aemond. He’s dressed in a dark suit, a green pocket square the only pop of color. Your eyes flicker to the dark-haired beauty on his arm, dressed in a deep blue cocktail dress.
Floris Baratheon.
The drama of the evening. Her family notably always supported Rhaenyra’s campaign, but when the tabloids spotted Aemond on a trip to Storm’s End, everything turned upside down.
Quite the scandal.
You meet Aemond’s eyes, blue and violet, his gaze reminiscent of a shark. Dating my ass, you think to yourself. Everything in this world is a game.
Aemond looks away, not acknowledging he’s seen you. Typical. You’ll peruse the crowd for a while, circling each other until the opportunity comes to lunge at each other’s throats. The usual game you two play with one another.
It comes sooner than you expect when you peel yourself from Jace’s grip to get a third glass of wine. They’re being stingy with the pours, it’s barely a sip. You thank the bartender when you hear his voice.
“If we look at the numbers there’s really no chance,” he says to Jason Lannister, motioning to the bartender for another drink.
Jason acknowledges you first, not without a quick scan of the black cocktail dress you wear. You can hardly blame him, you know you look hot. You force a tight smile.
“Good to see you,” Jason says nodding.
“Nice to see you too Jason,” you lean forward, politely kissing his cheek, “Aemond.”
Aemond returns your tight smile with one of his own, taking a sip of the new glass of whiskey in his hand. The ring that bears his family crest catches the light as he swallows.
“Y/N,” he says.
“Ah! Ms. Y/L/N,” Jeyne Arryn says, sliding up to the bar and smiling, “I thought I recognized you, but I had to come over to make sure!”
You smile brightly. Lights, camera, action.
“So nice to see you Ms. Arryn,” you tell her, kissing her cheek.
“Please, call me Jeyne,” she insists, “I’m so happy you are here, I find these events terribly dull.”
“As do I,” you tell her, earnestly, “but that’s what I love about Rhaenyra Targaryen, you know? She makes these events so worth it, it's really time well spent.”
“Is that so?” Jeyne asks.
“Oh yes, she really understands the need for addressing critical issues while also not wasting anyone’s time,” you glance around the room, “Not to be a gossip, but you just don’t see other politicians making that effort.”
“I see,” Jeyne says nodding.
Aemond lowers his head beside you. God you fucking annoy him. Your fake sweet voice that floats around the room as you continue to talk to Jeyne, the smell of your perfume. Good Girl by Carolina Herrera. The exact opposite of what Aemond knows you are. You flash him a look, eyebrow raised as you escort Jeyne Arryn to Rhaenyra to converse. Aemond knows you. You’re a predator just like him.
Entertaining Jeyne Arryn is easy enough, but you put on a good show reeling her in. The rest of the evening is exhausting, spent campaigning for Rhaneyra and biting your tongue. Politicians can be such dicks.
Aemond finds you once more when you’re returning your glass.
“Well done,” he tells you.
“You could have tried a little harder,” you tell him, taking out your lipstick, “Where’s Aegon anyway? Scared?”
“Yeah right,” Aemond says, finishing his drink, “These things aren’t important to him.”
You use a small mirror from your purse to adjust your lipstick.
“Funny,” you tell him, pouting, “I could have sworn Aegon loves a good party.”
It’s low-hanging fruit, but it riles Aemond up all the same. You know exactly what buttons to push. He hums, staring you down, but you can tell he’s pissed. Aegon’s a retired party boy, you haven’t got your hands on all the stories yet but you know there are juicy ones. Ones to ruin political careers. But that’s the hard thing, dealing with families with money. It buries things.
You smile sweetly at him, as Jace finds you once more.
“Almost ready to go?” he asks, draping an arm over your waist.
You stare at Aemond a moment more, before turning your gaze to Jace and nodding.
“I just need to get my coat,” you tell him, “Then we can start saying our goodbyes?”
“Sounds good,” Jace tells you, smiling at Aemond.
You walk quickly out of the ballroom, toward the coat closet. To your dismay, a small card that reads back in a moment rests on the counter, the window shut. You tap your foot impatiently waiting for the coat checker to return. Minutes tick by and your impatience grows.
“Fuck it,” you hiss to yourself, and try the door to the side.
Luckily, it's unlocked and you walk inside the spacious closet, full of different coats. You paw through the expensive fabrics searching for your own.
“Impatient,” Aemond’s voice is behind you.
You don’t bother turning around as you continue searching for your coat.
“Need some help?”
“Not from you,” you snap, continuing your search.
Aemond chuckles and you freeze, turning to face him.
“Could you be any more insufferable?” you ask your annoyance at a tipping point.
“Probably,” he answers with a shrug.
You roll your eyes, humming.
“Go away, Aemond,” you tell him, but he doesn’t leave.
“I don’t think you really want that,” he says smoothly, causing your brows to furrow.
“Trust me, it’s all I want right now,” you think for a moment, “well, that and going home having a hot bath, and saying goodnight with my vibrator. This evening has fucked me enough already, might as well get off.”
“Velaryon not doing it for you?” he asks with a tone of curiosity.
You smirk at him.
“You want to know how my boyfriend fucks me?” you ask.
Aemond scoffs.
“Boyfriend? Please,” Aemond chuckles, “That little show out there might fool everyone else, but not me sweetheart.”
You stare at him for a moment, mouth twisting into a frown. You don’t like being called out, let alone by Aemond.
“Doesn’t mean he’s not fucking me,” you tell him.
Aemond merely chuckles again.
“He’s not fucking you,” Aemond says, hands in his pockets, “You’d be much more pleasant if you were getting off more frequently.”
“Is that why you’re such a peach?” you ask him, causing his eyes to narrow, “Floris must be sucking you dry on the daily, huh?”
You watch as Aemond’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. Gotcha. You laugh slightly, crossing your arms over your chest.
“And here I thought you were all over that,” you tease, “Maybe I should go out there, and see what you’re missing out on.”
“Whatever,” Aemond says, shrugging, “Be my guest.”
“Maybe I will,” you continue, “She seems pretty unsatisfied.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Aemond snaps, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
“Please, I am just getting started,” you counter, ignoring his rising anger.
It feels good getting a rise out of him like you’re flexing a muscle you haven’t worked in forever.
The party was just a warm-up compared to the fights you and Aemond have gotten into.
“Honestly, I didn’t think you had it in you,” you tell him, “Did you call TMZ yourself on your way to Storm’s End?”
You walk closer to him.
“You pay some photographer to take those raunchy photos on her family’s yacht?” you ask, standing right in front of him now.
“Got any more tricks up your sleeve, Targaryen?” you ask.
“You don’t even know,” he says smirking, “What about you and Velaryon? You expect me to believe you were just careless?”
You know what he’s talking about. The photos that revealed your ‘relationship’ a month ago outside a little coffee shop.
“I was careless,” you answer, making a pouty face, “Jace and I are in love.”
“Bullshit,” he says, barking out a laugh, “Got to hand it to you, you’re a good actress.”
“Fuck you,” you tell him, the sweet facade dropping, “I hate you so much.”
Then his mouth is on yours, his hand securely on the back of your neck, the other painfully squeezing your waist, dragging you flush against him. You gasp against his mouth in surprise as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. His hands move down to grab your ass, squeezing the soft flesh painfully.
You moan as he does so and he takes the opportunity to bite your lower lip, dragging it outwards. Aemond wrestles his hand underneath your dress, parting your legs, dipping his fingers below the waistband of your lace panties. He lets a long finger stroke through your dripping folds.
“You’re pretty wet for someone who hates me,” he taunts, slapping your pussy, “Fucking pathetic.”
You twitch against him as he delivers another painful slap to your throbbing clit. Your hands tangle in his silky hair as he sinks two long fingers into you, crooking them against your spongy walls. The tips of his fingers press into the rough spot inside of you that has you gasping against his hot mouth.
“Oh, is that good?” Aemond asks, thumb circling your clit.
“Fu-fuck you,” you manage, biting your lip as continues to fuck you with his fingers.
“I plan to,” he answers, “After we put those pretty lips to better use.”
You slam your head back into the wall, the blow is cushioned by a fur coat that got pinned between your back and the wall. Aemond lowers his head to your neck, sucking and kissing the smooth skin. Aemond’s fingers work magic inside of you, creating a wave of pleasure in your abdomen about to crest. Your legs begin to shake and Aemond lifts his head, a sly smile on his face.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he scolds, but he continues thrusting his fingers, swirling his thumb around your sensitive bud.
Tears well in the corners of your eyes.
“I can’t,” you whine, feeling helpless as your orgasm washes over you.
Your vision goes white as you clench around his slender digits, a rush of wetness coating your inner thighs. Aemond makes a tsking sound as you come down from your high, before removing his fingers from you. His face is disapproving as you regulate your breathing, feeling flushed.
“As I said,” he shakes his head, “Pathetic.”
“Fuck you,” you snap, dropping to your knees.
Aemond smiles down at you as you begin to unbuckle his pants. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his pants. You try to keep your face neutral as you release him, but you’re shamefully impressed by his thick length, how he’s already twitching and leaking precum. You spit on your palm before you take him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his length. You pump your hand around him, once, twice, and lean forward when he stops you with a hand under your chin.
You look up through your lashes, momentarily confused before he’s shoving his fingers between your parted lips. You can taste yourself on the slender digits and gag slightly as he presses them deeper into your mouth. Aemond smirks down at you.
“Show me how much you want to suck my cock,” he tells you, “And clean up the mess you made.”
You feel a new rush of desire between your legs at his instructions but do as you’re told, greedily sucking on his fingers, while continuing to pump his cock with your hand. Aemond hums with approval.
“I guess you do know how to listen, who knew?” he taunts, yanking his fingers from your mouth.
A string of saliva connects you to him before he wipes his hand on some unfortunate person’s coat. You look up at him, watch his lip curl and know another smart-ass comment is about to be hurled your way, so you lean forward quickly, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.
Effectively shutting him up.
Aemond lets out a breathy moan, he quickly silences by biting his lip. His hand finds the back of your head as you bob your head around his length. You want him whimpering, you want him shaking as he made you, so you remove your head before spitting on his pulsating cock making it as sloppy as possible.
It works, eliciting a whimper from the tall Targaryen as he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes beam triumphantly as you let him slip through your lips, wrapping them around his tip and sucking hard. The salty taste of him lingers on your tongue and you hold back a moan as you flatten your tongue over his slit. He hisses through his teeth as you take him fully once more, raising a hand to fondle his heavy-set balls.
“Fuuuck,” he moans, before gripping the back of your head and pulling you from his length.
You laugh breathlessly, mascara beginning to run, your mouth a puffy ruined mess.
“Pussy,” you taunt, as he drags you to your feet.
He turns you to face the wall, pushing you through the coat racks and pressing you against it.
“You were so much prettier with my cock shutting you up,” he tells you, lifting your dress and dragging the lace panties you wear down to your ankles.
You step out of them to assist him, listening as he pulls a condom from his wallet. He tears the foil with his teeth, rolling the condom on his hard length.
“Better shut me up then,” you challenge.
Aemond chuckles, bunching your panties in his hand before shoving them in your mouth. Your eyes widen slightly as he angles himself behind you, pushing the head of his cock through your folds. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction but he feels so fucking good stretching you open; you squeeze your eyes tightly shut to focus on anything besides the pulsing ache between your legs that matches your thundering heartbeat in your chest.
Aemond rolls his hips and your eyes roll back into your head. You whimper against the lace in your mouth as the sound of wet slapping fills the small space. One of Aemond’s hands clings to your waist, pulling you toward him to meet his brutal thrusts and the other wraps around your neck. You can feel Aemond’s breath near your ear as he continues his unrelenting pace.
“Keep making those sounds, I’m only going to fuck you harder,” Aemond says in your ear, increasing his thrusts to make his point perfectly clear.
You try to retort back something along the lines of ‘I’m barely making any noise you prick’ but it comes out a muffled moan as he sloppily kisses the side of your neck.
A noise distracts you momentarily, as the door to the coat closet opens. Aemond and you freeze, your walls clenching around his cock as he stills. You turn your head, meeting his eyes. Aemond purses his lips, silently shushing you. Your eyes are wide as you hear the coat check move around.
“Sorry ma’am, we’re a bit short-staffed tonight. I need to be in two places at once!” the coat check says, rummaging through the coats to your left.
You close your eyes, hoping you’re hidden enough behind the coats that you won’t be found out. Your heart pounds, matching the pulsing of Aemond inside you. The bastard is still rock hard, warming his cock inside of you.
“Here you go ma’am,” the coat check says, “Thank you for your patience.”
The door opens once more and closes with a click as the coat check leaves. Aemond and you are still for a moment longer, and then he chuckles.
“Fuck, I could stay just like this,” Aemond teases, “make you my personal little cock sleeve.”
You glare at him and he begins his thrusts once more, easily sliding in and out of your slippery folds.
“I think that made you even wetter, huh?” he taunts, balls slapping against your ass, “You like that idea? Getting caught being my little cockslut?”
Aemond moans at the thought, a shiver rolling through you as he pounds into you. He’s so deep, you’re sure you feel him in your stomach as you clench around him. The wet squelching of your soaked cunt is humiliating, but he feels so fucking good you can’t find it in you to care at the moment.
You whimper, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure build in your abdomen, a pleasurable burning coursing through your veins like you’ve been dipped in fire. Aemond’s hand tightens around your throat and you babble against the panties in your mouth. He lifts a finger, plunging it through your lips and tearing the material from your mouth.
“I’m going to cum,” you whimper, free from the gag.
“Are you?” he asks, a cocky grin on his face, “What do we say?”
You bite your lip as he angles his hips, thrusting his cock perfectly against your sweet spot, and your legs begin to tremble.
“Can I cum?” you ask through gritted teeth, heat flooding your face.
Aemond’s answering grin is sadistic.
“Is that any way to ask?”
You glare at him, lips set in a tight frown.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please can I cum, Aemond?”
“Go ahead,” he says, “Soak my cock like the greedy, little slut you are.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust of his hips slamming into you.
With a final strangled moan, you’re trembling, falling over the edge and taking Aemond with you. Your mind turns to mush as he thrusts a final time before finding his own release with an elongated groan.
For a moment, Aemond rests his head against your back as you both regulate your breathing. Then he’s unsheathing himself, removing the condom and buttoning his pants, as you shimmy your dress back over your ass, reaching for your discarded panties. You step in them quickly, smoothing them under your dress. Aemond tosses the used condom in a trashcan.
You fix your hair, and blot the corners of your eyes with the tips of your fingers, trying to fix the ruined mascara. You wipe at your lips too, certain your lipstick is completely gone, most likely staining Aemond’s cock. Aemond wets his own lips, before wiping them with his hand and smoothing his hair. He clears his throat before reaching forward, grabbing your coat from a hanger.
You snatch it from his hand, before leaving the room, heading back to the ballroom not looking back. You spot Jace and plaster a smile on your face, despite the ache between your thighs, and your trembling legs.
“Hey! They want to take one more picture,” Jace tells you before frowning slightly.
You look into his eyes.
“What?” you ask.
“You have-uh,” he motions to his neck, “Is that a hickey?”
His comment gathered some attention, and a woman turns to look at you. You smile, laughing brightly, pressing a kiss to Jace’s cheek.
“Honey, what did I tell you about leaving marks?” you tell him, wrapping a hand around his waist, “We’re not a couple of teenagers.”
“I think it’s adorable,” the woman says, smiling now, “You two are clearly crazy about each other.”
You smile, and give her a polite laugh, spotting Aemond reappearing on the other side of the room. He meets your eyes before Floris joins him, beckoning him toward his grandfather’s table.
Crazy is one way to put it.