☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ RUN, RABBIT, RUN !
( DAERON TARGARYEN X READER )
☆ ──꒰summary꒱ ❞ frightened by attention not being on him, Daeron tries to make you understand how good it is to just be his.
contains! modern!daeron, established relationship, kidnapping, jealousy, noncon. requested content.
೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢 ⠀ᰋ your boots sank into the damp dirt, the scent of pine needles and ozone filling your lungs. you didn’t look back at the cabin, you just ran, breath ragged, coming in freezing gasps that burned your throat.
he’d brought you here only a week ago, but each hour felt terrifying. Daeron was always… unstable, you knew that. but he was kind. he was loving and gentle, even when he had problems. you were surprised when things started to change. he had began to get more frantic for your attention, texting you constantly, asking where you were, who you were with.
then came the neighbour. he was nice, attractive, around your age. you didn’t feel anything for him, but you were polite. Daeron didn’t like that— he saw it as flirtation. as betrayal. and now you were trapped in some cabin bought with daddy’s money, in the middle of who knows where.
now you were dashing out of the cabin, trying to find the phone booth you had seen on the drive here. maybe you could call for help, (and get your boyfriend institutionalized).
“going somewhere?” Daeron’s voice called out. it was so close. the suddenness of it all made you yelp and turn around, only to find him standing about five feet away, a little out of breath. he looked disheveled: button down shirt half tucked into his pants, a smudge of something across his cheek, his eyes wide. he still looked handsome—he always did—but something about him was wild. he smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes, which remained flat and vacant.
“i can’t do this, Daeron. please, just let me go home. let us go home.”
Daeron tilted his head, stepping forward. “home? we are home, sweetheart. just us.”
“you’re acting insane!” he continued to walk towards you, calm as ever.
then he lunged, his fingers clamped around your wrists, pulling you forward before you could pull away, jerking you off balance. he slammed you back against a rough cedar trunk, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs.
“i’m the one who loves you enough to save you from yourself,” he whispered.
you struggled, kicking at his shins, but he pinned your hips down with the weight of his body. he ripped down your shorts, exposing your ass to the cool air, followed immediately by the warmth of his palms. “you really want to see what happens when i lose my patience with you?” he said through gritted teeth. he fumbled with his belt, fingers clumsy and shaking, before pulling out his cock. he shoved you down onto the dirty ground, grabbing your thighs and hauling your legs up.
“Daeron, stop, please, let’s just talk about this!”
“shut up,” he groaned, driving into you unannounced. he was so big that it felt like he slammed right into your cervix, a blunt pressure, raw and searing. the sound of your bodies colliding was the only noise in the entirety of the forest: no bird calls, no wind whistling through leaves, nothing but the fleshy slap of skin on skin. “you’re mine…” he moaned, his voice wavering, like he was trying to convince himself of it rather than you. “i need you to say it.”
he ignored you, his pace getting faster. the ground was gritty beneath your back, pine needles and pebbles digging into your skin. he gripped your waist so hard his fingerprints would surely leave bruises. every plunge was deep, mindless, the sound of his cock sliding into your tight, resisting pussy echoing in the quiet woods.
you felt the sudden, sharp spike of a climax you didn’t want, your body betraying you as the friction hit your clit each time he fucked into you, his pelvis rubbing up against it.
you sobbed, one hand digging into the dirt, the other clawing at his arm. Daeron let out a guttural howl and started to pound into you at an animalistic rate, overzealous and frantic.
he thrust one last time, his cock slipping slightly out of your wet heat before he rammed back in to the hilt. he shuddered violently, balls slapping up against your ass as he dumped a hot, thick load deep inside you. he struggled to stay upright, letting go of you and bracing himself on the forest floor, chest heaving.
he kissed your cheek softly, the tenderness terrifying in its contrast. “see? wasn’t that nice? don’t you want this all the time?”
