Anonymous asked:
from the prompt list, 26, give me that overpossesive and jealous aemond 🤤
Of course, Anons! Aemond would be an incredibly possessive lover.
Aemond x reader | Kiss Prompts
26. Jealous kiss
“May I have this dance, Y/N.” You were expecting Aemond to approach you with this question, so it was with surprise you looked up into Jacaerys’ face.
You were sure the boy had some ulterior motive for asking you to dance, as he fully knew the intimate nature of Aemond’s affection for you. You hesitated only a moment before taking Jace’s proffered hand and rising from your seat, you were a little miffed that Aemond had not yet asked you to dance.
The Targaryen prince sat at the end of the long oaken table, drumming his fingers on the wood, staring daggers at Jacaerys’ brother, Lucerys.
You felt Aemond’s gaze shift onto you as you let the Velaryon boy lead you into a jaunty two-step. You weaved around each other merrily, keenly feeling the heat of Aemond’s eye upon your back. You made the mistake of glancing in his direction as, with a hand against Jace’s, you circled around each other. Aemond’s expression made your face blanche, he looked absolutely murderous. Aegon had apparently noticed as well because he was looking between you and his brother with barely concealed mirth.
Jacaerys took both your hands in his, interlocking your fingers and pulling you closer. You heard a clatter and looked over your shoulder to see Aemond rising from his chair, which had been pushed so hard it toppled to the stone floor. The music faltered as the voices chattering within the dining hall quieted momentarily, curious gazes watching as Aemond approached you and Jace with purposeful steps. You felt Jacaerys’ grip on your hands tighten.
Aemond’s hand gripped your elbow, pulling you slightly away from his nephew. “This dance is over.” His voice was low and calm but promised swift violence if Jacaerys did not let you go.
Your eyes searched Aemond’s face as he stared down at him, Jace hesitated only a moment before relinquishing his hold on you. Aemond’s lip curled with ill-concealed loathing. “Perhaps your…attentions are best suited for your betrothed.” He said it loud enough for the room to hear, easing the tension radiating off the onlookers. King Viserys was still in the room, having just given a toast to the family having peaceful interactions, and you sensed Aemond didn’t want to instigate anything in his presence.
Jacaerys raised his chin in defiance, voice lowered so only Aemond and yourself could hear. “Perhaps you should pay more attention to your lady if you want to keep her.”
You opened your mouth ready to defend both yourself but were cut off as Aemond hissed through his gritted teeth, leaning into Jace’s personal space, making the boy look up at him. “The next time you touch her, I will take that hand and make you wear it around your neck.”
You had never seen Aemond so livid, and his imposing stance was drawing attention again, so you tugged on the waist of his tunic. “Aemond…” You made eye contact with Alicent over his shoulder. She was looking at your small group, stress evident on her features. “Aemond, come. Let’s not make a scene with the King here.”
Aemond yielded to your touch, stepping away from his nephew and letting you pull him to the stairway at the end of the room. Jacaerys made a hasty retreat to where his brothers were gathered by their mother. You led Aemond, now holding his tense hand, down the stairs away from prying eyes of nobles and servants alike.
His hands grabbed your waist as you turned to him, looking up into his still-angry face. You reached up, trying to smooth his furrowed brow and frown with your caress. It didn’t work, Aemond’s violet eye was hard as he scanned your features. Without warning, he grabbed the back of your head, twisting long fingers in your hair, and pulled you in for a scorching kiss.
It was rough, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip as he pulled at you. “You are mine.” He kissed you again, causing you to whine softly into his mouth. “That bastard is never to so much as glance in your direction again.”
Oh, he was very angry. Aemond’s ungentle embrace, almost desperate, told you as much. He pulled back slightly only to catch your chin in his hand. “Say it, Y/N. Tell me you belong to me, as I to you.”
“I am yours, Aemond.” You reached up to place a gentle kiss to his lips, Aemond groaned into your mouth as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. He opened to your searching touches, allowing you to deepen the kiss. You combed your fingers through his long lustrous hair, reveling in the feel of him all around you, his smoky scent filling your nostrils.
“Aemond? Y/N? Please rejoin us at the table!” Alicent’s voice called from the room above.
You reluctantly pulled away from Aemond, noting how he followed your movements with a hooded eye. “Come, my love.” You took his hand in yours. “Let’s try to get through the rest of this evening peacefully.”
You noticed how Aemond didn’t offer an answer as the two of your ascended the steps.
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