Aemond Targaryen Imagines

Under the table (Smut)

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: blow job, foot humping

Aemond sighed and looked up from his book. He had been in the library all morning, pouring over maps and accounts of the coasts. One of the Maesters had been helping him take notes but had been called away. This was when Aegon, who was supposed to be learning alongside his brother, grew bored of listening to the Maester had turned to you with no one to keep an eye on him.

Aegon had been on his feet and pretending to be interested in the books on the shelf next to you before Aemond could glance his way and stop him. The door hadn't even shut fully behind the Maester and he was up on his feet. Now there was an incessant giggling coming from where you and Aegon were crouched over a book. He would make obscene hand gestures and you would stare at Aegon and then look at the book and nod before giggling again. His brother would grin and turn to another page. Aemond knew exactly which book Aegon was showing you.

"Mother shall be furious if you continue." Aemond warned. You looked over at him curiously and then at Aegon who scoffed.

"For having a bit of fun?" Aegon muttered and Aemond stood from his seat so abruptly that you both jumped.

"Fun? You are filling (Y/N)'s head with filth and distracting me. Can you not go and bother someone else?" Aemond snapped. He glared at Aegon until he relented, ducking his head down with a sigh, seeing his brother's defeat Aemond took his seat again. Aegon shrugged at him and started to stand up, leaning down to rest his head against yours as he whispered something to you that made your eyes go wide before he scurried away leaving you alone with Aemond.

"Aegon said that one day my husband will be grateful to have an educated wife." You said from your spot on the floor next to a bookshelf as you stared down at the page that Aegon had turned to.

"Aegon knows little of what is worth knowing and should never give advice." Aemond said as he opened a new book. His voice echoed around the room and returned back to his studies. There was a pleasant silence in the air with Aegon gone. He ignored you as he read and soon became quite oblivious to your presence. By the time the Maester returned you had seemed to vanish which Aemond preferred. If he let you study with him you would ask no end of questions. As he spoke with the Maester something brushed against his leg, shaking it off he assumed Aegon had allowed one of the ratting cats to get in. It wasn't until the strings of his trousers pulled loose that he looked down and realised it was not one of the cats of the keep. Your eyes wide and your smile genuine, he found himself staring down at you in surprise. Then his face fell as he realised what Aegon must have whispered to you as he left.

"What are you doing?" He hissed quietly. The Maester looked Aemond's way and he quickly looked up, hoping it looked as if he had been reading.

"Pardon? My prince?" The Maester muttered.

"I... what are we doing about the... the docks here. The fishermen will need it to be fixed, surely." Aemond rambled quickly. His hand slid under the table and over your mouth when he heard a small bubble of laughter that would grow uncontrollably louder as the Maester came closer and looked at the book Aemond had been reading. He grunted, covering it with a cough, as he felt your fingers pull at the strings of his braies, loosening them enough to gently wrap your fingers around his softened cock. He leaned in, elbows on the table as he tried to hold his breath, his chair moving forward as he felt himself grow harder in your hand. He wished very much that the Maester would be called away again but found that the old man simply went on and on. His entire body tensed in an attempt to hide the fact that you were pumping your hands up and down his cock. The hand over your mouth was the only thing keeping your mouth from him and frankly, he felt as if he would die, Maester or not, if you took him into your mouth. He could barely keep control from your touch alone.