Squirt

echos-muses asked:

i am… incredibly curious to how aemond would react to reader squirting the first time, whether it be while he’s fingering her, going down on her, or fucking her. i’m just curious. like would he feel accomplished?

Ohhhhh friend. I’ve wanted to write for this specific scenario for a while, so thank you for being my catalyst.

Short answer is, he would love it, and be eager to have you squirting as many times as you could.

Long answer is, well, read on to find out.

Aemond x fem!reader | obviously pure filth lots of smut| 18+ only

“Aemond.” You breathed his name like a prayer, his long fingers curling inside your dripping cunt as you arched into him.

Your legs shook, sweat glistening upon your skin, Aemond’s tongue swirling against the hollow of your throat as you gasped for air. His middle finger pressed and rubbed on that spot that made your toes curl, though this time he did not relent when he felt your walls clench around his fingers, instead stroking you faster and with more precision.

Your hips raised off the mattress as you felt your orgasm crash over you, Aemond still mercilessly rubbing against your g spot. You let out a cry of ecstasy, gripping the pillow as Aemond’s mouth found your breast, suckling at your taught nipple. You heard him gasp, watching as he sat back as clear liquid sprayed from your spasming quim, coating your husband’s bare stomach with your release.

You looked at each other, a wondering smile playing at the corners of Aemond’s curved mouth.

“I didn’t know I could do that.” You panted, catching your breath, your eyes taking in the fluid trailing down Aemond’s skin.

His gaze flicked back down to your center as he slid a dexterous finger up your slit, scooping up some of your slick and tasting it on his tongue. “You taste like fruit from the Stepstones.” He leaned back over you, bringing his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply, allowing you to sample the tangy tartness of your orgasm.

His hair tickled your skin as he trailed his mouth down your neck, to your chest and yet lower. Aemond placed several open-mouthed kisses low to your belly before dipping his tongue into your hot core.

“Aemond, I don’t think I can-ah” You gasped, feeling the wet heat of his tongue laving at your nectar, pushing inside of you, his nose brushing your twitching clit.

“You can, my wife.” He inserted two fingers back into your cunt, curling them up in a beckoning motion as you rocked your hips against his hand.

Aemond groaned against your aching core, the vibration of his voice making your toes curl as his tongue swirled around your swollen clitoris. His quickened the pace, rutting his fingers deeper inside of you, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive flesh as you began to writhe against him.

You moaned, turning your face into the pillow, tangling your fingers into his long hair to pull him deeper against your heat. “Aemond, please don’t stop.”

Your climax hit you harder the second time, your trembling legs closing to squeeze around Aemond’s head as you squirted yet again. He latched onto your cunt, licking and drinking your essence as you cried out his name over and over again. His hand withdrew from you to help hold your hips down as you writhed against the bed, the bliss of feeling his tongue and lips and teeth working against your flesh caused your eyes to roll back, your mouth slack with pleasure.

As you came down from the high, your chest heaving, you looked down the length of your body to where Aemond was still perched between your thighs. His violet eye made unblinking contact with your gaze as he licked one last long stripe up your overstimulated center.

“That was enlightening.” He rose, crawling back over you, his chin and chest wet from your messy release.

He kissed you long and hard, your tongues moving together, as Aemond rocked his arousal against you, pushing you down into the soft mattress. “You will come again for me.” He shushed your protestations with another kiss, nipping at the corner of your mouth. “This time with me deep inside you.”

Aemond grabbed your waist with his large hands. “Now, turn over.”