Beneath the Table

I did the thing. Based on this post! Cause I couldn't resist a smutty drabble with Aemond...getting too handsy during dinner.

Not unnoticed by Aegon lmao

word count: 600

Aemond x fem!reader | smut | 18+ | Splash Zone

The amicable buzz of chatter filled the warm dining hall, tantalizing scents of cooked meat and warm mead teased your nostrils. You smiled and nodded at Helaena who sat across the table from you, trying your best to keep your expression neutral even as Aemond’s hand trailed higher beneath your skirts.

“Scorpions are arachnids as well? I didn’t know that!” You smiled at your sister-in-law as she expounded upon the virtues of her eight-legged friends, your breath hitching as Aemond’s fingers began prying your thighs apart.

You were beginning to regret sitting next to your husband, your own hand shot beneath the table to try and stop his eager groping. “That’s…ah-fascinating. Only in Essos? Goodness.”

Under the pretense of raising your glass of wine to your lips you turned your head toward Aemond, cutting him a warning glare. “Behave.” You hissed.

He merely looked down his long nose at you, raising an eyebrow at your flushed face. To your relief, Otto leaned over and engaged his granddaughter in conversation about the various insects to be found in Old Town.

Your grip on Aemond’s wrist was weak, this you knew, and you didn’t put up half as much resistance as you could have when he coaxed your legs apart to his touches.

You suppressed a shudder of pleasure as his long fingers found the slickness of your heat, taking another long drink from your goblet to hide your furrowed brow.

Aemond’s fingers pressed themselves inside you, curling and stroking expertly, causing you to gasp around a mouthful of wine. You spluttered and coughed, bringing a napkin to your mouth to mask some of the moans that slipped through your lips. Across the table Aegon caught your eye, a bemused expression on his face. You quickly looked away, feeling Aemond’s fingers still working within your dripping cunt.

Aemond leaned into your space, placing a chaste kiss to your temple. “Breathe, my love.” He whispered in your ear, giving you a smirk as he turned back to his food.

You felt pressure building in your abdomen, biting your lip and leaning forward over your full plate as Aemond inserted another finger into you. It demanded all of your willpower to keep silent and composed while your husband worked his digits inside your clenching walls. Your orgasm crashed over you, your hips giving an involuntary jerk as you raised your napkin once more to your mouth, masking your gasp as another cough. Your release coated Aemond’s fingers and hand, squirting from your quim and running down your legs. You supported yourself upon your elbows, not able to hide the whine that escaped your mouth as you hid your face in your hands.

“Is everything alright, my dear?” It was Otto’s voice, concern lacing his words.

“Just a headache.” You gave him a strained smile, tears pricking your vision.

Next to you Aemond looked rather stunned, his hand now pressed flat against your shaking cunt. You helpfully handed him your napkin beneath the table, shooting him a meaningful look as you did so. His violet eye was dilated, his curved lips slightly parted as he cleaned you up as best as he could while remaining undetected. You prayed to the gods your skirts weren’t obviously soiled.

You pressed your thighs back together as Aemond withdrew his hand, your legs still shaking from the force of your release. Down the table Aegon cleared his throat, his amused gaze flicking between you and Aemond. He raised his glass to his brother, giving you a wink before draining it. You groaned, turning to press your forehead against Aemond’s shoulder.