Anonymous asked:
Hey are your requests open? If so I would like to request: breastfeeding aemond 🥲 but not in a sexual way. Maybe like he had a really stressed day so when they're in bed she takes him in her arms and nurses to sleep like they always do when he's stressed
Hi! Yes, this is the perfect day to write for this! Snowing outside, fire in the hearth, lazy sunday.
Aemond x pregnant!reader | adult breastfeeding | 18+ interact only
The mattress dipped beside you, the warm touch of your husband rousing you gently from slumber. His fingers trailed along the thin fabric of your nightgown, cupping the slight swell of your pregnant belly as his lips found the crook of your neck. “Did I wake you, my love?” Aemond’s voice was soft, his breath tickling your ear.
“Mmhmm.” You rolled lazily onto your back, pressing your hand against his that lay atop your womb. “You were gone a while, Aemond.”
“For that I apologize.” Aemond brushed his lips against yours. You could see his brow furrowed, his lilac eye looked strained, his curved mouth was frowning.
You reach up to trace his jaw, your husband leaning into your touch as you made a soothing sound in the back of your throat. “What can I do?”
The familiar caress of his hands at your chest, probing the soft flesh there. You scooted closer to him as he curled into you, his lips trailing along your collarbone as he undid the lacings of your flimsy gown. Your fingers found the back of Aemond’s head, unclipping his long hair so it fell loose about his angular face, smoothing the silver strands with your careful touch.
Cool air flowed against your skin as Aemond freed your breasts, heavy with milk as they were. He squeezed gently, coaxing white droplets from your taut nipples to form against his fingers. Aemond lowered his head to you, kissing around your nipple before taking it in his mouth. You pulled him closer with the hand you had buried in his silken hair, feeling relief as he latched properly, taking as much of your breast into his mouth as he could.
The feeling of your husband suckling the milk from you sent a pleasant molten warmth pooling in your core. He had done this before, on particularly stressful days, enjoying the sweet taste of you, his face nuzzled against your soft skin as he drank you down. It relaxed him in a way nothing else could, and it helped ease the discomfort you felt when your breasts became overfull.
You laid your head back against the pillow, Aemond’s arms encircling you as you continued brushing his hair with your fingers while your husband lazily drank. Warm droplets fell onto your skin, a thin stream of white fluid dribbling from the corner of Aemond’s mouth. The pleasant tingle as your body let more milk down had you arching into him, your husband humming contentedly against you, his grip tightening slightly.
You closed your eyes, feeling Aemond move to your other breast, slowly relieving the engorged feeling on that side as well. Slumber began to swirl around you once more, tempting you back into its silent embrace. You felt warm, protected, comfortable with your husband’s arms encircling you; his hot tongue swirling around your nipple as he sucked more of your plump breast into his mouth, drinking slow gulps of your warm milk.
You fell asleep before Aemond, though he was close to blissful unconsciousness himself, still resting his head pillowed upon your full bosom.
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