Anonymous asked:
Imagine Aemond cuddling from behind while he carefully shoves his cock inside and comforts you by saying things like “I know you’re tired my love, just go to sleep, I’ll take care of this.” and keeps fucking you slowly while he gropes your entire body 🥺
Yep, I've literally been wanting to write something like this for SO long so thank you for this prompt Nonny!
A drabble to get you hot and bothered hehe
Aemond x fem!reader | smut | 18+ only
The mattress dipped behind where you were curled comfortably, rousing you from your slumber. As you stirred, a warm hand was placed atop your hip, the familiar scent of your husband filling your nostrils.
"I know you're tired, my love." Aemond purred in your ear, his lips ghosting down the arch of your neck.
"Hmm." You hummed, pressing back against his evident arousal, feeling his dexterous fingers bunching your nightgown around your waist.
"Let me do this." He whispered, capturing your lips with his own as you turned your head sleepily toward him.
Exhausted as you were, you still felt the familiar heat begin to pool in your core, Aemond hummed in approval as his fingers probed at your slickening folds. He coaxed your leg up, opening yourself better for the tip of his cock as he began pressing into you slowly.
You sighed in pleasure, allowing your head to fall back on the pillow, your eyes closing as Aemond took his time filling you up. He was still within you as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth.
"You're so warm." He murmured, almost to himself. "Molded by the gods just for me."
Your fingers dug into the soft mattress as Aemond began rocking into you, his pace languid and gentle. Despite your pleasure, the urge to sleep was stronger still, and you felt your mind begin to drift even as a weak mewl escaped your parted lips.
"Hush, my ember. Just sleep while I take care of this."
You felt his hands caressing your curves, palming the swell of your breasts, running along the soft flesh of your stomach, applying gentle pressure over your womb as he continued to make sleepy love to you.
Your mind began to drift, caught in hazy half-sleep; pleasurable dreams flitting along the edges of your conscious.
Aemond held you close against him as he neared his release, trying to hold back his desire to fuck deep and fast into your cunt as it tightened around him. He could tell you were barely awake, your moans almost inaudible. With a gasp of his own Aemond buried his cock to the hilt within your clenching walls, whether in dream or wakefulness, he had made you orgasm. The feeling of you milking his member was something he would never grow used to, nor take for granted. He waited for the spasms of your quim to subside before resuming his movements, it only took several more strokes before he was coming undone, spilling himself into you, his lips parting in a silent groan.
He did not withdraw from your heat, instead electing to settle in next to you, spooning your body against his, with his cock still sheathed within your cunt. Aemond's hand found your belly, pressing once more against where he hoped his seed would take root. He kissed your neck, listening to your even breathing, the sweet little snores that escaped your mouth. If Aemond had his way, come the morning he would wake you up in much the same way he had rocked you to sleep.
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