Take your Place – Daemon Targaryen x fem!wife!reader
Summary: Your husband was away for months, leading the battle against the Triarchy and ultimately bringing victory. Now he is back and a ball is being held in celebration. Throughout the evening, you have spoken with many lords and ladies – but you have not seen the person you long for. So you go in search of him.
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!wife!reader
Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Sex (p in v)
Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 1.8 k
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12 Days of Smuffmas
12 Days of Smuff
The hall is filled with music and laughter. Lords and ladies are sitting at the various tables, engrossed in conversation. The wine tastes good and has already caused a few men to slip off their chairs tonight. And this exuberant mood is appropriate, because the Triarchy has finally been repelled in the Stepstones and your husband is being celebrated for it.
You walk through the rows of tables, looking for your husband. You know that he is most likely sitting somewhere with his men and has already had way too much to drink. But although you would normally be able to spot his silver hair anywhere, you can't see him.
But then something grabs your hand and pulls you down roughly. You cry out a little and are about to answer this impertinence with a slap in the face. But you look up as you land on a lap, fingers on your face, caressing you, while a drunken smile reflects back at you.
“Daemon!” you say, but you can't stop the smile that is already spreading across your face. You slowly try to get up again, but Daemon has other plans. His arms wrap around you and he presses his face into the crook of your neck while pressing your back against his chest.
“Stay.” is the only thing he slurs, and you notice the wine on his breath, which he has been consuming all evening.
You just smile slightly, but nod barely noticeable, as you stay on his lap. Your eyes wander around and you were right, his men have spent the evening with him. Some are already hanging drunk in the chairs and a few others are still trying to talk, but you only perceive a kind of grunt.
Daemon kisses your neck, his fingers press lightly into your thighs as he whispers in a low voice, “What are we going to do after this ball?”
You glance slightly over your shoulder and your eyes meet. His gaze is almost soft and you have to smile, “well... I'm going to go to sleep after this ball... you'll probably throw up...” you say to him, trying to suppress a smile.
Daemon chuckles and then laughs a little – he can't deny how many times he's thrown up in a bowl while you've been in bed.
“You know damn well that's not what I meant,” he mutters into your neck as his laughter subsides.
Now you have to giggle a little, “No?” you ask playfully, “I don't know what you mean...”
Daemon leans in and kisses your neck again, breathing into your ear, “I mean that I'd like to spend some time alone with you, love.”
Your eyes are locked on him and you see the determination in his gaze.
“Are you sure you're capable of having a night of pleasure... you're very drunk ...” you say softly.
Daemon grins drunkenly and caresses your cheek. He leans forward and whispers seductively in your ear.
“I'm not too drunk to make you moan, love.”
Your cheeks flush and your eyes widen.
“Daemon!” you say, and even some of his men grin at you, seeming to know what he's saying to make you blush.
Daemon grins at you and his fingers press into your thighs again as he leans forward to whisper in your ear again.
“I'm not too drunk to make you scream for me, love.”
The blush is now creeping down your cleavage. You bite your lip lightly.
“Stop it, Daemon...” you whisper, but you try to squeeze your thighs together a little as you notice the pulsing between your thighs.
Daemon chuckles at your reaction and squeezes your thighs even tighter. He continues to whisper seductively in your ear, “Then stop me, love. Come on.”
You can't stop yourself and you move your hips slightly to create some friction. But then Daemon grabs you and lifts you slightly to turn you on his lap. Confusion graces your features until you straddle him.
“We're not supposed to be doing this here,” you say quietly, but he just grins.
“What? You're my wife and you're happy that I'm back... and you show me that by sitting on my lap,” he says, his words slightly slurred. You just shake your head slightly, but before you can say anything, Daemon presses his lips against yours. You gasp slightly, but you respond to his kiss.
He grins when he feels your hips moving again, grinding against him slightly. He caresses your cheek and pulls you closer to him, his tongue meeting yours and your kiss intensifying.
You feel him getting hard and you let out a small moan, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
Daemon smiles a little as he feels that you cannot stop moving, that you keep grinding against him. He pulls your hips closer to him as he speaks, letting his fingers glide along your thighs.
His lips gently slide down your neck and whispers seductively, “I'd like to see your dress on the floor.”
Your eyes flutter closed and his words elicit a slight moan from your lips. But you bite your lip to make no further sound.
“The skirt of my dress is very wide...” you finally whisper softly, breathing heavily.
“Maybe you could unbutton your trousers and... I mean, I could sit on you and no one would notice...“ you say quietly.
“But you're already sitting on me...” he mumbles teasingly and gets an annoyed look from you.
Daemon glances over at his men and tries not to grin. None of them are looking in your direction, they seem to be engaged in conversation or have their heads on the table, snoring.
“But maybe.. it could work,” he mutters finally.
Daemon slides his hand under your skirt, begins to unbutton his trousers, and glances at you from time to time.
You look at him, everything except for your upper bodies is hidden under the skirt of your dress. Daemon lets his hands move back to your hips and you move slightly again. Then you have to suppress a moan as you feel his hard cock, how its length presses against your folds. His hands slide to your hips, gripping you, as he presses his the tip of your cock against your entrance.
You look at him, gasp slightly and then lean forward to kiss him as you feel your cunt clench around nothing from the mere anticipation of getting to sheath him. Slowly you lift up and then slowly lower yourself onto his hard cock.
You let yourself sink all the way down, your breath catching.
You don't move so that no one can see what you are doing, but you're breathing out heavily.
Daemon suppresses a groan as he feels you move. He leans back further in his chair, eyes closed and head tilted back slightly. His smile widens a little, you feel his cock twitch slightly inside you.
“You're so filthy, love,” he murmurs.
You bite your lip, moving your hips slightly.
“Gods... Daemon...,” you whisper. You close your eyes as he fills you completely.
Daemon's moans are becoming harder and harder to suppress. He looks around to make sure his men are not watching. He leans forward to speak seductively in your ear, “Good girl. You feel so good,“ and makes you whimper.
“I've missed your big cock...“ you suddenly let slip, making Daemon chuckle briefly, but it ends in a groan as he feels you moving up and down slowly.
“Gods... You feel so good, my love.”
He closes his eyes and clenches his teeth as he leans back in his chair and his hands return to your thighs. His hand finds its way under your skirt, his fingertips leaving a fiery trail on your skin.
His thumb glides through your folds until he finds your clit and begins to rub it, making you whimper again
“Daemon... I... I...” you stutter as your hips move a little faster. You slide up and down along his length, breathing heavily, your hand sliding to the back of his neck, gripping him, and he growls.
Daemon leans forward again, biting your earlobe, “Good girl. That's a good girl.”
He leans his head back again, trying to suppress a groan. His gaze returns to you, and he feels your cunt flutter around his cock as you slam your hips down on him. His thumb rubs faster as he kisses you again.
“Come on... Show me how much you've missed this... Riding me... My cock deep inside your tight cunt,” he growls against your lips.
And then you moan into his mouth. Your pussy clutches his thick cock. “Gods...” you whimper as your orgasm floods your body. Your cunt milks his cock as you slide up and down. He grunts as he feels his balls tighten.
“Daemon...” you whimper, your hand on his neck slides into his hair, grabs lightly while you cum all over his cock.
Daemon bites the inside of his lip to suppress a groan. His eyes are closed and his expression is full of lust; he is visibly enjoying it. You moan into his mouth as your orgasm subsides. You are breathing heavily, your eyes are closed.
Slowly you open them again, you feel his hips moving slightly again.
“Did you come?“ you ask in a whisper.
Daemon sighs contentedly and looks down at you. He glances around to make sure that no one is around.
”Not yet, my love,” he speaks softly and caresses your face.
“And you will help me finish it,” he grunts.
You nod and lean forward again to kiss him. Your hips move slightly faster. “Come for me, my dragon,“ you whisper against his lips. Daemon is breathing heavily and his eyes are closed. He moans softly, your words making his cock twitch. He grabs your waist.
"I'm close, love. I'm close.”
“Fill me, my dragon...” you whisper against his lips. While you press your hips firmly against him. His cock is deep inside your tight heat as you gyrate your hips. Your hips move faster as you gently bite his lip.
And then he moans, his hips thrusting up and making you squeak slightly. He growls as he pumps his cum into you. You kiss him again and let your hips slow down. You slide up and down more slowly, milking the last drop out of him, to ride out his orgasm. His eyes are closed as he breathes heavily, clenching his teeth.
“Love,” he growls.
Daemon leans forward and presses his forehead against yours. He tries to speak but nothing but breathless groans come out, although he tries to hide it. His breathing is slow and shallow as he holds you.
“Gods, Love, gods.” he gasps quietly.
You giggle slightly and gently kiss his cheek.
“Shall we retire to our chambers?” you whisper, and he just nods. His hands slide back under your skirt, fully covering himself again, and then he helps you up from his lap.
Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 1.6 k
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12 days of smuff
As the last candlelight fades, you retreat into the cosy embrace of your bed, snuggled up in the warmth of your blanket. Listening to the muffled sounds of the night, you wait patiently for the inevitable. Quickly and quietly, the hidden door in the wall of your chambers swings open, an enchanting routine that unfolds with each passing night. Your gaze turns to the entrance, a smile curling your lips as a figure with silvered hair slips gracefully into the room.
A slight bite on your lip betrays your anticipation, and your grin widens as your betrothed approaches. He removes his waistcoat and trousers and lies down in bed with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms. The gentle press of his lips against your hair, soft kisses and the familiar rumble emanating from his chest create an intimate atmosphere that you never dreamed possible with your future husband.
His fingers run over your form with a delicate touch, caressing the soft expanse of your skin. To the outside world, the rogue prince may appear to be a figure without such tenderness. But inside your chambers, a transformation is taking place – he longs to give you tenderness. And he has mastered the art of cuddling and caressing to perfection – and he honours your wish to defer the surrender of your maidenhead for the time being.
But that doesn't mean he keeps his fingers still. Daemon has already driven you to ecstasy countless times and pushed you to the limit. He has made you squirm and whimper and awakened a desire in you that makes you crave more and more.
His fingers slide southwards, but somehow it feels different this time. His fingers seem greedier and there's another slight grumble in his chest as he gently kneads your bum. "Love... come on, sit on my face," he suddenly murmurs into your neck as gentle kisses caress your skin. And never before has the blush rushed to your face so quickly.
"What...?" you mumble a little incredulously and feel a grin forming on his lips.
"Sit on my face..." he repeats, gripping your bum a little tighter.
"I-I heard you..." you whisper, "but... your face?". The familiar warmth in your lower abdomen spreads despite your irritation as memories of the wonders Daemon can perform with his tongue come to your mind.
A slight growl sounds again and vibrates in his chest, "I expect my future wife to take a seat on my face with her elegant arse... so that I can enjoy her to the full," he murmurs.
You're lost for words – not even a "what" leaves your lips. And as the silence spreads throughout your chambers, Daemon slowly pulls his head back and turns his gaze towards you. His purple eyes meet yours and he simply grins, enjoying the fact that you are at a loss for an answer. His princess, who is never at a loss for words, is speechless.
You're breathing a little heavily, your lips are slightly parted, but you feel his hands suddenly grab your hips and make you move slightly. Your gasp fills the air of your chambers, but you follow his movement.
"Daemon..." you say quietly, but you only feel his hands gripping the back of your thighs as you sit astride him. He smiles at you, and although you usually can't get enough of his smile, you know he's happy that you're so shy right now, and you'd love nothing more than to make him suffer right now.
His big hands don't let go of your thighs and push you further up and instead of a cheeky statement, you just gasp a soft "Daemon" as your hands grab the headboard of your bed and your warm core hovers right above his face.
You bite your lip lightly and look down. His smile remains hidden from you, but you are sure that the grin has not left his lips.
His hands slowly slide up the back of your thighs under your nightgown and are suddenly on your bum. He grips it firmly, making you whimper, and then you feel him pull you down. The unforgettable sensation floods through you as his tongue glides through your folds. You whimper again and your hands literally dig into the wood of your bed.
Another "Daemon" escapes your lips and breaks the silence as he begins to slide his tongue inside you. His hands push you further down, further onto his face, letting his tongue penetrate you deeper. The worry that he might not get enough air leaves your mind as his tongue glides all the way through your wet folds and the vibration of his moan literally flows through you.
You moan as his tongue caresses your bundle of nerves. He only chuckles softly as you breathe heavily and moan again. But the artistry of his tongue doesn't let up. Not even when you finally grab your nightgown and pull it over your head.
It falls to the floor beside your bed, accompanied by Daemon's grunts as you move your hips and he continues to pleasure you with his tongue. He savours the sounds of your pleasure, the way your body writhes above him as he devours you with a possessive hunger.
He buries his face deep inside your most intimate part of your body as you suddenly feel him insert two fingers inside you.
As his lips close around your sensitive bundle of nerves again and he begins to suck, your moans echo through your chambers as his fingers continue to penetrate you. Daemon's tongue dances over your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit another moan from your lips. He plunges deeper, his tongue swirling around inside you, soaking up every drop of your arousal.
As if of your own accord, you push your cunt further towards him, wanting – no, needing – to feel more. Daemon grunts slightly as he senses how eager you are, angles his fingers differently and rubs the rough patch deep inside you.
"You like that, don't you?" he purrs against your folds, his voice full of satisfaction. "You like it when I taste you, when I make you cum," he growls as his tongue flicks faster and harder, his hand on your hip tightening as he pushes you closer to the edge. He's determined to bring you to the peak of pleasure, to make you scream his name once more.
But you can only moan loudly and bite your lip quickly so as not to make too much noise. But Daemon is watching you closely as he savours you. Your eyes are closed and you relish all his movements and caresses. Your mouth is open, but your breathing is intermittent and a whimper that ends in a moan leaves your lips.
Daemon inserts another finger into you and you cry out a little. Your one hand slides from the headboard of your bed into his hair, gripping it tightly as his tongue circles your clit faster and his fingers thrust into you.
"Daemon... Daemon... Daemon..." escapes your lips again and again as you breathe heavily. You feel him moan again as he notices how your cunt begins to clench around his fingers. And then it comes over you – you cry out slightly again as you come. Your eyes are closed as your hips continue to move.
But this time it feels different.
"Daemon.. stop," you whimper as his lips close tightly around your pearl again, his fingers thrusting further into you.
"Daemon..." you whimper again as a strong pressure builds up inside you. But he only growls again as his fingers continue their work, sucking even harder on your clit. Your eyes open again, your breathing quickens and you realise from his gaze that he's not going to stop.
"Daemon, stop!" you gasp, trying to sound serious. But then it happens. You cry out again slightly as the pressure suddenly eases, then moan out loud.
Daemon grunts loudly, swallows all your elixir and savours how you lose yourself completely in ecstasy. When the overwhelming feeling subsides, you look down into his eyes again. Your breathing hasn't calmed down yet, your cheeks are all flushed.
Daemon sucks on your pearl one last time before letting go of you. You move slightly away from his face as his lips release you. A grin plays around his lips – his lips and chin are soaked.
You bite your lips a little embarrassed, "Daemon... I-I made a mess," you whisper.
Daemon wipes his mouth with his hand and pulls you down to him in one movement, wrapping you in his arms.
"I don't want to hear that, love..." he murmurs, showering you with soft kisses.
"My wife won't apologise for the climaxes she's about to experience... I want her to enjoy the full ecstasy," he whispers.
You look at him and suddenly a warmth flows through you that has never made you feel so good. You lean your head slightly in his direction and kiss his lips, your lips meet almost greedily and move in unison.
Over the muscles of his chest and stomach, your hand glides gently to his crotch and he responds with a slight growl as you rub his hard manhood, which presses almost desperately against his undergarments.
"Love... don't start something you can't finish..." he whispers against your lips.
But your fingers continue to glide slowly along his length, "Then.. show me how to finish it," you whisper a little shyly.
Daemon hesitates, looking at you questioningly as you suddenly free yourself from his arms and move downwards, just grinning slightly. As you kneel between his legs, you pull his undergarments down. His hard member springs free and you bite your lips as you see it twitch slightly.
"Show me..." you whisper a little uncertainly and look up at him a little helplessly. But Daemon just nods slightly and guides your hand to his hard member.
Advent Desires – Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Summary: You are spending the evening with your friend Aemond. But you are bored while Aemond is absorbed in his book – but you have your ways of getting his attention.
Pairing: Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Sex (p in v)
Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 1.4k
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12 Days of Smuffmas
12 Days of Smuff
The winter evening settles over the city like a soft blanket, muffling the sounds of distant traffic and the occasional hum of wind against the window. Advent candles flicker on the side table, their tiny flames dancing with every shift in the air. Holly leaves are scattered around the room, a festive touch you had insisted on despite Aemond's indifference to holiday decorations.
He sits in the armchair by the window, an oversized wool sweater draped over his sharp frame. A well-worn book rests in his hands, his long fingers absently turning a page as his good eye scans the text. The glow from the nearby string of fairy lights cast soft shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting his sharp jawline and the silver strands of his cropped hair that fell just slightly out of place.
You lie sprawled on the couch, a blanket over your legs, flipping aimlessly through your phone. TikToks and Instagram stories can't hold your attention tonight, and every now and then, you glance over at Aemond, hoping he’d notice you.
He doesn‘t.
"You know," you say, breaking the silence, "it’s not very festive of you to spend Advent reading an old book."
Without looking up, he replies, "It’s not very festive of you to complain about it."
You sigh dramatically, stretching your arms over your head. The hem of your sweater rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of skin that catches his attention, even if he tries to pretend it doesn’t. His eye flickers up for the briefest moment before returning to the page.
"I’m bored," you groan, rolling onto your side to face him.
"Then entertain yourself," Aemond says, though there is a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Sliding off the couch, you pad across the room, stopping just behind his chair. Leaning over, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your chin on his head, breathing in the faint scent of cedarwood and the crispness of the cold that still lingers on him from earlier.
"What are you even reading?" you ask, glancing down at the page.
He tilts the book slightly so you can see the title. The Art of War.
"Seriously?" you ask, incredulous. "That’s what you choose to read during the holidays?"
"Why not?" He closes the book deliberately, setting it down on the armrest. His hands are free now, and you suddenly wish you hadn’t pushed him quite so far. There is a glint in his eye—mischievous, calculating.
"I can think of better ways to spend an evening," you say, straightening up, but before you can move away, Aemond catches your wrist.
"Better ways, hmm?" His voice is low, smooth, and edged with amusement.
His grip is firm but not rough as he tugs you down into his lap. The movement catches you off guard, and you gasp softly, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for balance. His smile widens slightly at your reaction, the kind of smile that is more about power than warmth.
"You’re awfully restless tonight," he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers linger, tracing a line down to your jaw.
"Maybe I’m just trying to get your attention," you murmur.
"Well, now you have it."
Before you know it, his hand is in your hair, his long fingers interweaving the strands. He tugs gently, just enough to tilt your head back and expose your neck. A spark of heat flares through you, your breath catching as you meet his intense gaze.
"Aemond," you whisper, unsure if it is a warning or a plea.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks. "Still bored?"
The holly leaves on the mantle catches your eye for a brief moment, a festive witness to the sudden shift in the room's energy. The teasing pull of his hand in your hair sends a shiver down your spine, and when his lips ghosted over your jawline, you can't hold back the quiet sigh that escapes you.
The advent candles flicker again, their light throwing soft shadows on the wall. Outside, the wind howles faintly, but in this moment, all you can hear is the sound of his breath mingling with yours as the tension between you grew thicker.
He pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you properly. "Satisfied now, or shall I keep going?"
Your reply is a mix of laughter and a daring smirk, your fingers tightening slightly on his sweater. "What do you think?"
He chuckles softly, the sound low and rich, as his hand tangles deeper into your hair. "I think," he says, his lips brushing yours, "you’d better be careful what you wish for."
You giggle as he leans in again and kisses you. But your giggling dies away as the kiss becomes more passionate. His hands slide to your hips and reposition you until you straddle him. You gasp slightly, your hands slide into his soft hair, pulling gently, drawing a growl from him.
Slowly, he pushes you closer to him, and his hands slide over your ass, guiding your movements. You feel his length pressing against you, only the fabric of his and your sweatpants separating you... but still you feel his cock twitching impatiently. Aemond starts to pull on your sweatpants, “Let's get these out of the way,” he mutters, and you nod eagerly.
You help him, and without much delay, your sweatpants are on the floor. You whimper as Aemond pulls down your sweatpants enough to release his erection. He pumps a few times and you watch his hand slide up and down his twitching length.
“Look how hard you make me... and I just wanted to read a book in peace,“ he mutters, and you bite your lip.
”Somehow I'm not sorry for it,” you whisper a little breathlessly and start grinding your pussy against him.
He growls as he feels how soaked your panties already are.
Your hands slide to the back of his neck as you whimper impatiently again. Aemond pushes your panties aside and lets his fingers slide through your wet slit until he reaches your nerve bundle and leaves circular movements. You moan and move your hips against his fingers.
You move your hips up and down, taking him deeper inside you, and you whimper. His thumb is still rubbing your clit as your hips slam against his. You completely soak his length, your juices dripping onto his balls.
He slides his cock against your opening while continuing to rub your clitoris. Slowly, he pushes upwards, again and again against your opening. Teasing you until the tip of his cock is covered with your juices.
“Gods, you're so wet,” he murmurs a little breathlessly.
“Aemond,” you gasp impatiently, your fingers digging into his neck. And then Aemond thrusts up, feeling your tightness giving way to his length.
He growls, “Fuck,“ as you push your hips down. You moan, your pussy fluttering around his cock, protesting the intrusion.
He leans in and kisses you roughly, while you slide your hand back into his hair, touch the softness and pull on it again. He groans and pulls away from your lips, pressing his face into the curve of your neck and biting you. You cry out as you feel the light sting.
You lean your forehead against his, your panting breaths mixing as he thrusts up, following your movements.
He feels your pussy start to clenches uncontrollably around his length and he grunts, starting to move faster, thrusting deep into you.
Your legs remain wrapped around his hips as you try to take him deeper. Aemond's teeth dig in deeper and you throw your head back and moan without a care in the world. His hips thrust against you, without mercy. Your slick coats his cock, dripping down his tight balls – it was fucking perfect.
“Cum on my cock, babe,” he growls against your skin, and you whimper, slamming your hips down over and over again, while his thumb rubs faster. Your eyes roll back as you come. You scream slightly and Aemond growls as your pussy clenches. Your orgasm triggers his and he covers your clenching walls in white.
Aemond's eye close and his head falls back, your hips still moving up and down, milking his cock. He breathes heavily, just enjoying your movements, until you slowly stop moving.
You lean forward, your face pressed into the hollow of his neck, trying to catch your breath. You smell his scent and kiss his skin gently. His hands glide over your back, caressing you.
“Maybe this was better than reading a book,” he whispers a little breathlessly, and you giggle.
Take my breath away – Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
Summary: You are spending the holidays with your boyfriend Daemon's family. Board games are on the programme for tonight. Daemon was reserved in his joy, but he behaves after you promise him a night full of pleasure.
Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut, Fingering
Author’s note:
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 1.2 k
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12 Days of Smuffmas
12 Days of Smuff
The Targaryen estate is a sprawling mansion, tucked away in the snowy hills, lit with soft golden lights that flickered like dragonfire in the frosty air. Inside, the warmth of the fireplace and the scent of mulled wine fill the grand hall, where the family has gathered for Christmas Eve.
Daemon sits slouched on the leather couch, his silver hair catching the firelight as he swirls a goblet of mulled wine lazily in his hand. He doesn‘t need to say it aloud—he hates this.
The cheery ambiance, the laughter of children, and the endless board games. He would much rather be elsewhere, preferably with you. Alone.
“Why do we have to do this every year?” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear as you sit beside him, your hand resting lightly on his knee. “A room full of insufferable people and their noisy brats…”
You shoot him a warning look, but the corner of your lips betrays a smile. “It’s Christmas, Daemon. Family time.”
Daemon snorts, taking a sip of his wine, his free hand creeping up your thigh. “I can think of better ways to spend my time, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough against your ear as he leans into you. “Ways that involve far fewer clothes and far more... enthusiasm.”
You elbow him lightly, cheeks heating. “Daemon, behave.”
His grin is wicked as he leans back, feigning innocence when Viserys’s voice booms from across the room.
Daemon rolls his eyes theatrically, but your hand on his knee tighten, and you give him a sweet smile that promised things—delicious, thrilling things—later tonight if he played along. With a dramatic sigh, he sets down his wine and picks up the dice.
“Daemon, it’s your turn! Don’t make us wait all night!” Viserys, the self-appointed Christmas game master, waves the dice in Daemon’s direction.
Beside him, Alicent adjustes the garland draped over the mantle, giving her husband a patient smile while trying to ignore her youngest, Aemond, who was sulking about having lost the last round of Pictionary.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
Rhaenyra, seated across from you, chuckles softly, her children giggling at their uncle’s antics. “Always the life of the party, aren’t you, Uncle Daemon?” she teases, her tone light but her eyes sharp.
All the while, Daemon leans into you, his lips brushing your ear every so often with whispers that makes your cheeks burn.
Daemon ignores her, rolling the dice with as much enthusiasm as a man filling out his taxes…
The game continues, a mix of competitiveness, laughter, and the occasional bickering between Viserys’s kids and Rhaenyra’s brood.
“You’re wearing far too much tonight,” he murmurs during a heated round of charades, his fingers idly tracing circles on your thigh. “When we get back to our room, I’ll—”
But he is interrupted because Jace throws something at Aegon and Rhaenyra and Alicent are trying to restore calm.
Daemon sighs and leans back, drinking his mulled wine and watching the little children shouting at each other. You giggle softly, sensing his annoyance, and lean in to kiss his cheek.
By the time the game draws to a close and Alicent announces dessert in the dining room, Daemon was thoroughly bored and more than a little tipsy. His arm drapes possessively over your shoulders as the family moves toward the dining room, and he bends down to murmur in your ear one final time.
“You owe me for this,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “I want you. Tonight. And I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”
You look up at him, your own mischievous smile spreading. “That was the deal, wasn’t it?”
For the first time that evening, Daemon’s smirk softens into something warmer, though his eyes still burn with their usual intensity.
But before you can follow the rest of the family into the dining room, Daemon takes your hand. You gasp slightly as he pulls you along.
“What are you doing?” you whisper before he pulls you into the bathroom. He doesn't answer, but pushes you against the wall after closing the door.
He kisses you, letting his tongue slide into your mouth while his hand slides to your neck and grabs you lightly. You gasp slightly and look up at him as he breaks the kiss.
“A little taste of tonight,” he murmurs.
“But... Daemon... your family...“, you whisper, but gasp again when you feel his other hand slides up your inner thigh and grasps it.
”Then you have to be quiet,” he murmurs, nibbling gently on your jaw, his hand on your neck tightening slightly.
You can't answer. You whimper as his fingers press against your panties. He feels the damp fabric and gently rubs your nerve bundle. He kisses your cheek and you feel his warm breath. His fingers rub faster and you moan softly.
“Ssh... the others are outside,” he whispers teasingly, but pushes your panties aside. Slowly he smears the wetness along your folds and you bite your lip. You look at him, breathing heavily. You want to lean towards him, want to kiss him, but his hand on your neck squeezes harder, pushing you back against the wall and making you feel his dominance.
His thumb starts rubbing your clit while his fingers tease the rough spot inside you. He fingers you fast and roughly, and your pussy doesn't stop clenching around his fingers. You grind against his hand, your hands on his arms as you try to hold on to something in desperation.
You whimper again, but he just grins cheekily as he slides his fingers into your pussy. Immediately, he feels your walls clench around his fingers. You moan, and then Daemon grants your wish – his lips meet yours as he swallows your moans.
You kiss him hungrily, feeling him choke you. The taste of the spices in the mulled wine linger on his lips and tongue, spreading to your tongue as your tongue dances with his. His fingers slide in and out, the wet smacking filling the bathroom as his legs push yours further apart.
“So wet for me... Your greedy little pussy... Can't wait for me to fill you up tonight, can you?” he growls against your lips and you whimper again. Your pussy flutters around his fingers.
Whimpers and moans escape your lips. He slides another finger inside you and you let out a slight cry. His three fingers fuck you senseless, and he grunts as your wetness runs down his fingers.
“Oh fuck, Daemon,“ you whimper as you feel the pressure. He bites your lip lightly.
“Come on.. cum on my fingers, love…” he murmurs.
You moan again, but bite your lip to be quiet. His thumb doesn't stop circling you, while his fingers move faster, thrusting deeper.
You moan, unable to keep quiet as your eyes roll back into your head.
Daemon growls as he feels your walls clench around his fingers and you cream all over his penetrating fingers.
He kisses you again, swallowing the sounds of your pleasure as his fingers slide in and out.
“That's it...“ he whispers and you whimper as you come on his fingers. His movements slow down as he feels your walls stop clenching.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of you and moves them to his lips. He licks his fingers clean and grins at you as he sees you blush.
”Delicious,” he murmurs and you only slightly shake your head, but you smile.
He lightly kisses the corner of your mouth as he releases your neck. You straighten your clothes and take a step towards the door. You try to control your breathing to appear normal.
“Come on... let's get dessert,” you say, still breathless, holding out your hand.
He takes your hand but pulls you closer, ‘Well... I don't know about you, but I just had dessert,’ he murmus quietly.
You slap his chest lightly and he chuckles before you pull him out of the bathroom.
Summary: You and your boyfriend Tom had actually planned an evening at the pub. Meeting friends and spending a nice time together. But a snowstorm threw a spanner in the works. But that's just how Tom is: he doesn't let it spoil your evening.
Warnings: 18+ NSFW, blowjob
Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 1.7k
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12 Days of Smuffmas
12 Days of Smuff
The snowstorm has descended on Manchester with a ferocity that neither Tom nor you had anticipated. By the time the first flakes started to fall, Tom had been pacing about his room, eager to take you to his favorite pub, a snug little spot tucked into a side street. It was the kind of place where the laughter of patrons mixed with the clink of glasses and the occasional strains of a piano. He’d planned to get you both a few drinks, maybe even dance if the mood struck him.
But now, the world outside his window is nothing but a swirling blur of white. The snow comes down so heavily it obliterates the view of the cobblestone streets and gas lamps he loves. It frustrates him; plans dashed by something as uncontrollable as weather.
He lets out a low sigh, exhaling smoke from the cigarette perched between his fingers. The warmth of the room contrastes starkly with the winter’s chill seeping through the cracks in the old building. His gaze shifts from the window to you, sitting cross-legged on his bed, casually flipping through a magazine. You look so at ease, lost in the glossy pages, and it brings a soft smirk to his lips.
“Y’know,” he says, his tone teasing as he flicks ash into a tray, “I was really hopin’ to show off my fancy moves at the pub tonight.” He turns fully to face you, leaning against the windowsill, the cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. “Turns out, Mother Nature’s got other ideas.”
You don‘t look up immediately, still engrossed in an article, but you hum in acknowledgment. That only spurs him on.
“Oi,” he says, stepping closer, his cheeky grin growing. “Don’t go ignorin’ me now. It’s bad enough the weather’s givin’ me the cold shoulder.”
Finally, you glance up, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sulking, Tom?”
“I’m just sayin’—seems like a shame for two good-lookin’ people like us to waste a night doin’ nothin’.”
You close the magazine and set it aside. “Well, what do you suggest? Unless you’ve got a snowplow hidden somewhere, we’re not getting out of here anytime soon.”
Tom takes a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes narrowing playfully as he considers his options. He blows out the smoke slowly, then stubbs out the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table. “Well,” he starts, his voice dropping into that familiar, mischievous lilt, “if we’re stuck here, we might as well make it… interesting.”
You tilt your head, intrigued. “Interesting how?”
“Oh, I dunno,” he says, sitting down beside you on the bed, his knee brushing yours. “Thought maybe we could find a way to keep warm. You know, since the snow’s got it freezing in here.”
You laugh softly, but his tone wasn’t entirely unserious. He leans back on his elbows, watching you with a glint in his eye, the kind that always spells trouble—or fun, depending on your perspective.
“You’re terrible,” you say, shaking your head.
“And you love it,” he shoots back, grinning. “Come on, what else are we gonna do? Sit here and stare at the walls? Nah, I reckon we make the most of it. Could even have our own little dance—no pub required.”
He pushes himself upright again, extending a hand toward you. “What d’you say? Give us a twirl, eh?”
You laugh again but take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. There isn‘t much space in his modest room, but Tom doesn‘t care. He starts humming a tune, spinning you around with a surprising amount of grace.
It doesn‘t take long for his lack of rhythm to become glaringly obvious. His steps are clumsy, a bit too eager, and he nearly trips over his own feet as he spins you around. You can’t help it—you burst into laughter, doubling over as he fumbles to regain his footing.
“Oi, what’s so funny?” he protests, though his grin is wide. He catches your hands to steady himself, his eyes twinkling with playful defiance. “I’m a bloody brilliant dancer, I’ll have you know.”
“Brilliant?” you repeat through giggles. “You’re all left feet, Tom!”
He gasps in mock outrage as if you’d just wounded his pride. “That’s rich, comin’ from someone who hasn’t danced a single proper step tonight!”
“I can’t when you’re stepping all over me,” you tease, dodging his attempt to pull you closer.
“Alright, alright,” he says, raising his hands in surrender, though the smirk on his face tells you he isn‘t done. “If dancing isn’t your thing, maybe we ought to try somethin’ else.”
You narrow your eyes, wary but amused. “Like what?”
He doesn‘t answer immediately, letting the question hang in the air as he wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you close again. His other hand rests lightly on your hip, his thumb brushing against the fabric of your skirt. The touch is casual enough to feign innocence, but the cheeky glint in his eyes betrays him.
“Oh, I dunno,” he says after a beat, his voice dropping an octave. “Reckon I’ve got a few ideas.”
“You always have ideas, Tom. Doesn’t mean they’re good ones.”
His hand on your waist tighten just slightly, pulling you even closer. “I’ll have you know, my ideas are bloody brilliant. Genius, even.”
“Right,” you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let me guess—this one involves me doing all the work while you sit back and enjoy yourself?”
“Now you’re catchin’ on,” he quips, his grin widening. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “What d’you say, love? Thought you might fancy makin’ me feel better after all this weather ruined our plans.”
You shov him playfully, laughing as he tumbles back onto the bed. “You’re ridiculous,” you say, shaking your head.
Tom props himself up on his elbows, watching you with that same cheeky smirk. “Ridiculously charming, maybe. Go on, admit it—you love me for it.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrays you. Snowstorm or not, Tom knows exactly how to keep things interesting—and keep you laughing, even as his hands wandered in hopes of turning the evening decidedly in his favor.
When you finally collaps back onto the bed, Tom props himself up beside you, his face inches from yours. “See?” he murmurs, his voice softer now. “Told you we’d find a way to pass the time.”
“Still terrible,” you tease. He leans in just slightly, his nose brushing against yours. “And still irresistible,” he whispers.
You giggle slightly, “Go on, tell yourself that,” you whisper teasingly and he growls slightly while his hand moves up your thigh. He kisses the tip of your nose, almost a gentle gesture if you didn't feel him gently pressing his growing hardness against you.
You giggle again, “Somehow I think I know what you have in mind for how we can pass the time,” you whisper, and he pretends to be clueless.
“I dunno what you mean...“ he mumbles with his typical grin.
”Ah... okay...“ you say and straighten up to slide off the bed. Tom watches you and raises his eyebrows slightly.
”Mhm... I think I like the way you think,” Tom says, leaning back relaxed, his arms behind his head, watching you.
You kneel between his legs, your hands gliding up his thighs, and you know how his cock is throbbing with desire in his pants. You bite your lip slightly, your hands sliding higher. Tom responds with a small growl as he watches your fingers play with the button of his pants. You slowly unbutton them, his hardness obviously pressing against the fabric of his pants.
Slowly, you push down his trousers, his length springs free. You reach for it, your teeth still not releasing your lower lip. You let your thumb slide over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum. Your eyes focus on Tom's face as his cock twitches in your hand. His eyes are closed and he moans slightly. You love these moments when his cheeky nature fades into the background and you just see pure emotion flowing through him.
Slowly, you lean forward and your lips close around the tip of his cock.
“Fuck,” Tom growls, his hips twitching involuntarily as you gently suck. The salty taste of his precum spreads across your tongue. He slides one hand into your hair, gripping it lightly, while you try to take in as much of his length as you possible.
Your teeth slide gently over his skin and he grunts softly. Your muffled moans fill the room as more precum fills your mouth. His hips thrust up slightly, but this time deliberately, and you gag slightly. Your throat tightens around the tip of his cock and Tom groans.
Your mouth slides up and down, trying to get all of his length into your mouth. You try to breathe relaxed through your nose, but the thrusting of his hips prevents you from doing so. The hand in your hair pushes you down slightly and you moan again, feeling the throbbing between your thighs intensify. Your head bobs, lewd, wet sounds fill the small space you both occupy, accompanied by Tom's grunts.
“Yeah, babe... take me deeper in your mouth...” he grunts and you let your lips slide up and down faster. The thrusting of his hips becomes sloppy, his cock twitches violently in your mouth, almost impatiently. You continue to suck his twitching cock, swirling your tongue around the slick head, while your one hand starts pumping his length and then you hear the moan.
Tom’s legs tensed, driving himself deep into your salviating mouth once more, hot cum spilling down your throat as you eagerly swallow his cum. He is panting and gruntin while his cum is filling your mouth. His hand clenches in your hair and you moan, trying to swallow all his cum. When his cock stops twitching and you have swallowed everything he has given you, you release his cock from your mouth with a pop and wipe your mouth clean.
You look up at him and smile. He is breathing heavily, his eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips. You slowly get up and crawl back onto the bed. Even before his eyes open, you gently kiss his lips.
He hums contentedly, his breathing still heavy.
“Have you thought of something like that?“ you whisper and you feel him smile slightly.
“This is pretty close...” he mutters and suddenly grabs you. You squeal slightly, but giggle as he pushes you onto the bed and rolls on top of you.
