Distraction From Studying

Anonymous asked:

ok so as a student i am working so hard rn and i wonder what aemond would be like trying to get his lover to take a break. like if it goes smutty it goes smutty girlllll but what would he do to try n convince/force her away from her obsession to get academic validation (i def have issues 😁) TYTY BAE ✊🤞

Drabble incoming! (Can be continued in a Part 2)

Aemond x fem!reader | study break | 18+ | smutty study break

"You need to take a break, Y/N." Aemonds soft voice met your ears, distracting you from your reading...not that you had been making much progress to begin with.

"I must look a sight for you to suggest that." You reclined in your armchair, looking over your shoulder at the prince.

He smiled at you, walking over to stand behind you, massaging your tense shoulders. "You've been studying for hours. I know well how harmful that can be."

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to indulge in his soothing administrations to your tired muscles. "Give me another couple hours and I should have these few chapters finished."

You resumed your reading, your tired eyes protesting in your skull. Aemond watched you for several moments, you could feel the displeasure radiating off him. "Aemond, do you mind? You're distracting me."

You felt hot lips against your neck, long silver hair spilled over your shoulders and tickled the bare skin of your chest. "Not nearly enough, it seems." He hummed, nibbling at your throat as you arched against him.

"Aemond..."

"Hmm?"

"Just a few more minutes."

"No."

His dextrous fingers undid the lacings at the back of your dress. You put up little resistance as he slipped the fabric of your bodice down, exposing your breasts, your nipples pebbling against the cool night air. You gasped his name as his hands cupped the swell of your chest, kneading and pinching with delicious intent, his mouth still trailing fire along the skin of your shoulder. You leaned back against him, your study completely forgotten as you tilted your head up, accepting the heated kiss he pressed to your parted lips.

Aemond's tongue danced with your own, your panting breaths intermingling as one of his large hands rose to lock gently around your exposed neck.

He pulled away from you, robbing you of his touch as he looked down upon your wanton gaze. "Get to the bed."

You glared at him, standing from your seat, your dress falling to pool at your feet. You quickly shed your undergarments, leaving yourself bare to Aemond's lustful lilac eye as it roved up and down your body. You palmed your breast, smirking at how his eye dilated as you stepped toward him. "Is this the distraction you had in mind?" You asked with mock meekness, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You took his hand, guiding it to the junction of your thighs where he could feel your evident arousal. Aemond sucked in a sharp breath, looking at you with wonder and reverence as you backed him towards the bed.

He collapsed on his back, his hands coming to grip your waist as you crawled over him, admiring how his silver hair fanned around his angular face like a halo. You ground down against his still clothed body, pressing your chest flush against him, your lips finding his once more.

"You, my husband, are wearing far too many clothes."

"I couldn't agree more."