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It’s the middle of the night, and your heartbeat is hammering in your ears, your pulse moving faster than your thoughts could catch up. One hand clutches your phone, the other is banging rapid-fire on the apartment door in front of you.
He opens the door in less than ten seconds.
Aemond stands in front of you, dressed in a black hoodie and dark sweatpants like he’d been up already—like he knew you were coming.
His long hair is pulled back in a low bun, and his eye blinks at you, calmly. Before he can say a word, you shove your phone in his face.
“Did you know about this?”
The video begins playing automatically, the one someone had sent you just minutes ago with no context other than the curt message sent alongside it: Watch.
It was filmed at some typical frat house party—bad lighting, beer pong, some idiot yelling about a keg stand in the background. But then the camera zooms in, and suddenly it focuses on Aegon—your boyfriend—pressed up against a wall, devouring the mouth of a girl who was definitely not you. Her hands were in his hair and his were on her waist, clearly having been making out for quite some time.
Aemond’s lip curl. He doesn’t look one bit surprised at the contents of the video.
“I hope you’re not pissed at me.” He steps back, motioning you inside. “This is the first time I’m seeing this.”
You stomp past him. “Well, congratulations. That makes one of us.”
Aemond shuts the door behind you. “I’ll give you a couple minutes to vent before I hit you with an ‘I told you so.’”
You whirl around. “Not funny.”
“What’s not funny is you still staying with him after the first two times he cheated on you.”
“That’s low.” You cross your arms.
“It’s honest.”
You scowled. “You always do this. Act like you’re better than him just because you read depressing Russian novels and listen to music nobody’s ever heard of.”
“I am better than him,” Aemond replies smoothly. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
You’re quiet as his words hit you. You’re more embarrassed than you want to admit at allowing yourself to look like a fool over and over again. “I thought he could change.”
“He’s a Targaryen. We don’t just change.”
You flop onto his couch with a groan. Aemond sits across from you, his eyes never leaving your face as if waiting to calculate your next move. Your phone is still playing the video, each loop of it adding to your rage and helping you concoct your next plan of action. “I’m done with him. Officially.”
He raises a brow. “Really?”
“Yes.” You sit up, emboldened. “I want revenge.”
Aemond’s mouth twitches. “Good,” he says. “I’m in. What do you want it to do? Make him jealous? Make him regret his life choices? Public humiliation?”
You turn to him. “That easy? Even though he’s your brother?”
He scoffs. “He’s also an asshole. Wouldn’t mind seeing him get a taste of his own medicine. “
“A taste of his own medicine…” You mull over his words. Aegon was always the one going out, flirting and hooking up with other girls, leaving you humiliated. You needed to humiliate him in the same exact way—but you can go even lower than that.
Especially with his brother right across from you, whose eyes haven’t left you.
“Aemond…” you start, your voice low, seductive. You pull yourself up from the couch and saunter to him. He watches you as if you were a piece of moving artwork. “I have an idea that might make him really mad.”
You seat yourself in his lap and his hand comes up to wrap around your waist.
His lip quirks up. “It’s about time you realized who the better brother was.”
You roll your eyes. “Have you been waiting for me to get cheated on a third time so you could say this?”
He shrugged, unapologetic. “No. I was hoping it’d only take two.”
You laugh, amused, and he leans closer, the movement so small you could call it incidental, but the air between you tightens. His face is inches from yours, his eye dropping down to your lips and back up to your face in a second, but you still catch the action.
You lower your voice when you speak again. “How mad would Aegon be if I fucked you right here?”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Really fucking mad.”
“Good,” you reply, and then you’re leaning in to kiss him.
Your lips meet his with deliberate force, close-mouthed at first. His lips are surprisingly soft, and he slides his hand from your waist to your lower back, anchoring you.
Aemond tilts his head, deepening the kiss in a way that feels like a challenge. You melt into it, your anger and embarrassment from being constantly cheated on being blunted by the surge of heat from being wanted.
Unnoticed by you, Aemond’s hand moves with practiced ease, his fingers gliding into the seam of his hoodie pocket, thumb brushing the edge of his phone. In one subtle movement, the screen lights up, the camera opens, and the red record button begins to glow.
You don’t notice. Not at first.
You’re too caught up in him, in his mouth on yours, slow and coaxing, his thumb brushing the back of your neck in a way that feels surprisingly tender. You’re not thinking right now, you’re reacting. Letting your frustration and betrayal pour out through every kiss, every touch.
Then his lips drag down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access, and that’s when you see it.
Balanced on the armrest of the couch lies Aemond’s phone, angled perfectly towards you both. Recording.
You jerk back slightly, fisting a hand in his hoodie and pushing at his chest. “Aemond. What the hell?”
He doesn’t move much, just lifts his head, his gaze calm.
Your voice comes sharper now. “Are you recording us right now?”
“Yes,” he says simply.
Your eyes widen. “Seriously? Without telling me?” You lean over and tap the circle button, ending the recording.
“I was going to,” he replies, like this is a normal conversation. “Just…” his lips return to your neck. “After.”
You gape at him, but he’s completely unbothered, no panic or guilt found in him. There’s just calm, unreadable Aemond with his hair messed up and his hands still loosely on your waist as he nips at your throat.
“You can’t just do that,” you snap. “That’s—”
“Exactly what Aegon deserves,” he interrupts, voice low.
You freeze. Aemond’s gaze is steady and calculating.
“You came here because you wanted revenge. Something he’d never forget. Something that would ruin him the way he ruined you.”
You don’t answer.
“You said you were done playing nice.” His voice softens, but there’s still an edge to it. “So let’s stop playing.”
You glance back at the phone, angled towards you.
“We’ll send it to him,” Aemond says quietly. “And he’s going to watch every single second of it.”
You swallow.
“He doesn’t care about a fight,” Aemond adds. “He doesn’t care about guilt or lectures or ultimatums. But this?” He gestures between you, eyes burning into yours. “He cares about his ego. He’ll care about this.”
You’re silent for a long moment as you ponder his words.
You think of Aegon. The video someone sent you tonight. The girl in his arms. The way it hurt—again—like you were stupid for believing this time would be different.
Your eyes meet Aemond’s.
There’s something dangerous behind his gaze. A quiet hunger that’s not just for you, but for revenge, too.
He waits for what you’ll say, unmoving.
But you don’t respond in words. Instead, you pull your sweater over your head and unclip your bra in one fell swoop.
For the first time that night, you catch a glint of surprise in Aemond’s face. His breath hitches as his gaze travels down to your bare breasts, nipples harden from exposure to the cool air.
His cock twitches underneath you and you smirk, grinding on his lap.
“I’ll start recording when I want to,” you murmur.
Aemond nods once. “Deal.”
“I’ll stop recording when I feel like it.”
“Okay.”
“And as soon as the video’s sent, you delete all traces of it.”
There’s a pause. “Of course.”
You study him a second longer, and then reach down his sweatpants, palming at his erection, your other hand moving back to his hair. He captures your lips, kissing you even deeper than before. The two of you grind against each other, moaning as your clothed pussy hits against his member that strains against its confines.
“Fuck,” Aemond groans under his breath as you begin to pull down his bottoms. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. The tip is angry and red, and you begin to tease it with small strokes that has Aemond bucking into your touch. “You’re good at this.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice,” you say plainly.
Aemond stills briefly, expression darkening before he starts shoving down your shorts, your panties coming off with it. His hand finds your bare pussy and you gasp as he starts rubbing on your clit.
He takes that opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, dominating the kiss as you both get each other off. Your nails dig into his shoulder with one hand, the other still jerking him off, squeezing him as your hand moves up and down, getting slick with his precum.
Aemond is the one to finally break away, panting as saliva still connects you two. “Need to be inside you.”
You nod jerkily, hips still grinding into his hand. He begins to line his cock up with your hole, the head teasing your lips, before you snap back to reality.
“Shit,” you hiss, realizing that you came over with just your phone, wallet, and keys, your purse and its other contents left strewn over your counter back at your apartment. “You have a condom?”
Aemond pauses for a moment. You think he’s about to tell you no until he speaks up.
“Ever let Aegon in raw?”
You blink in surprise, pulling back a little to look at him.
“...No.” You respond hesitantly. Despite him begging you constantly, that was the one thing that you refused to compromise on. “I’m not that stupid.”
Aemond hums against your skin, sounding almost approvingly. “You should let me do it.”
“Yeah right,” you reply, rolling your eyes.
He doesn’t seem rattled by your comment. Instead, he responds quickly, as if he was expecting it.
“Just think about how mad it would make him.” His hands come up to knead your breasts, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as his thumbs ghost over your nipples.
You let his words sink in. He was right, of course; it would make Aegon mad.
Aemond interrupts your thoughts as he nibbles on your throat. “Imagine his face,” he starts between his kissing and sucking, slowly moving up to your ear, “seeing you bouncing on my cock, so easily able to get the one thing you’ve withheld from him all this time.”
A shiver runs down your spine, and you don’t need any more convincing. “Yeah. Okay. Yes,” you breathe, distracted by his touch.
“There we go,” he murmurs, and without wasting another second Aemond pushes himself inside of you.
“Fuck,” you moan, closing your eyes and basking in the way the ruts up into you, hands anchoring onto him. Your ass slaps against him with the force of his thrusts, and his hands lower to squeeze the flesh.
“Yeah,” you hear Aemond mumble under his breath. His grip on your ass tightens. “Knew you’d be perfect.”
You clench around him, opening your eyes again and suddenly being pulled back as you spot Aemond’s phone sitting on the couch arm.
“Wait, wait,” you mutter between gasps, leaning over and fumbling for the device.
Aemond doesn’t stop thrusting as you fumble to open the camera; rather, it just seems to excite him, pawing at the rippling flesh of your ass and leaning back as he watches, entranced, at the way your pussy swallows up his cock with every thrust.
Switching the camera to the video setting, you start the recording.
The video starts with your face. You smirk directly into the lens, confidence burning bright.
“Hey, Aegon,” you say sweetly, tilting your head. “Hope that girl from the party was worth it.”
You pan the camera over slightly while you shift in Aemond’s lap, bouncing up and down on his cock as his hands settle at your hips like it’s second nature. You lean in closer to Aemond, lips a breath apart.
“Because your brother?” you add, voice smooth, “kisses way better.”
Then you kiss him again, sloppier this time, with more than enough heat to make your point. Aemond leans into it, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck, the other gripping your waist possessively as he rocks you back and forth onto his cock. You moan into the kiss as he bullies his tongue into your mouth, your mind practically going blank with pleasure. He kisses you like he’s been dying to for years, and you let him, playing up your moans for the video.
Just before you pull back, you smile into the kiss, letting it linger. Then, with a satisfied sigh, you face the camera again, hair a little mussed, and lips swollen and red.
“Oh,” you say innocently, biting your lip. “His cock is also way bigger than yours.”
You gasp sharply as Aemond jerks up onto you, fingers digging into your skin as he controls the way your hips fuck into him.
You shakily adjust the angle of the camera downwards so that the screen shows where you’re connected, the unmistakable image of you riding Aemond front and center.
“Fuck!” you cry as Aemond pistons himself deeper into you, his cock hitting places never touched before. Your walls close around him, as if molding themselves to the shape of his cock.
You lean forward into Aemond as he furiously ruts into you, seeming to move faster and more aggressively with every thrust, spurred on by the recording. Your eyes roll back and you aren’t sure if the video is even in focus anymore.
“And you know what?” you continue, breathing ragged. “I’m gonna let him cum inside of my pussy, just like you’ve been begging to for years.”
You squeak as Aemond bites your shoulder, his cock twitching inside of you as he takes in your words.
You giggle maniacally, drunk off of the teasing. “I didn’t need much convincing once I saw his cock.”
Aemond grunts beneath you and you gasp as warmth fills you, his semen releasing in thick spurts inside of you, the excess seeping out of you as Aemond pulls out before thrusting back in. His long fingers snake down to play with your clit, rubbing it furiously as your walls contract around him rapidly.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Your orgasm hits you unexpectedly as you see stars behind your eyelids, body jolting as your peak hits and your juices flow out of you, soaking both Aemond’s and your thighs.
Your mind drifts away from the recording, but before either of you can end it Aemond smirks, finally speaking up—the first time since you began filming.
“Thank you, Aegon. You’ve helped me more than you could know.”
You’re still reeling, coming down from the high of your orgasm, too dazed to process Aemond’s words before he stops the video.
His hand rubs against your back soothingly as you try to steady your breathing, and with his other hand he deftly sends the video to Aegon and then stores it in a backup folder, quickly locking his phone and tossing it across the couch cushions.
“You sent it?” you ask, face buried in his neck.
“Yes.”
“Deleted it?”
His hand almost falters, but he catches himself. “I promised you I would, didn’t I?”
You hum approvingly, leaning into his touch.
There’s a pleasant silence as Aemond holds you before your voice breaks it. “Thanks for being here, Aemond. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you tonight.”
"Of course," he says softly. “I’m always here for you.”
You smile up at him and plant a kiss onto his jaw, tired but trusting.
As you cuddle into him he leans back into the couch, eyes fixed on the blank TV screen as he observes your naked reflection in its darkness. A reflection of everything he’s claimed.
Your revenge was raw, emotional, in the heat of the moment.
But Aemond’s? His was quiet. Methodical. Thought out, every step planned.
It was easy for him, sneaking into that frat party, slipping a drunk freshman a crisp 20 dollar bill to seduce Aegon, filming and sending it to you through a burner phone. You fell right into his trap, and he couldn’t be any more satisfied.
You kiss him again, and Aemond knows he’s won.
And his revenge? It was so, so sweet.