The Set Up
(A Modern Daeron x Reader Smut One-Shot)
Summary: A forced date between you and your best friend's cousin to ensure an alliance takes a turn in the best possible way. (They Match Each Other's Freak)
!!!MDNI!!!
Warnings: Smut, Dacryphilia, Pegging, Kissing, Dry Humping, Mention of Mental Disorders (Schizophrenia, Contamination OCD, Drinking, Drug Use), Switch Fem!Reader, Switch (Mainly Subby) Daeron, Mentions of Violence, Unrealistic Anal Prep, Reader Is Prepared, Fingering, Little To No Aftercare, PLZ Let Me Know If I Missed Anything
WC: 4,690
“You should be getting ready,” Valarr’s said, leaning against the door of your bedroom.
“In a minute,” you said, not looking up from your computer screen. While it was a Saturday, you were doing some maintenance on your company’s, or rather your family’s company’s, server. Your family ran a well-known cybersecurity company that catered to the general public up to the top one percent. Your name recognition was on par with the Targaryens, and they were old-money rich. Their law firm had been around for forever, and it showed. You were third in line for the CEO position in your family’s company, behind your father and elder brother. As the future COO of your company, your work was never done. You were so engrossed in your project that you didn’t notice Valarr had moved until he spoke directly to your right.
“Back up your work and get up,” he said firmly. You huffed in response but begrudgingly followed his order because you both knew he was right. A car would be picking you up within the hour, and you were still in lounge clothing.
“This is a waste of time, and you know it,” you said, closing your laptop and getting up. Valarr trailed behind you as you returned your laptop to your home office and locked the door.
“It’s one date,” he said, “All you have to do is spend the night with him and confirm to our families that it’s not a match.”
“It’s fucking stupid, is what it is,” you sighed, “Why must our families be allied by marriage? We’ve known each other since pre-school. I won’t let anything happen to your family’s firm the same way I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to mine.”
“It could have been Aerion,” Valarr commented, taking a seat on your bed as you go through your closet pulling out a simple, but flattering black dress with matching heels.
“Your uncle’s too aware to have let it be Aerion. I’d end him before appetizers would be served.” You replied. Valarr hummed in acknowledgment as you stepped behind your room divider and began to get dressed. Despite being a bar-certified lawyer and a Columbia alum, he knew better than to argue with you.
“Daeron isn’t so bad,” he attempted to comfort.
“I haven’t seen him sober since we were children,” you huffed, stepping around your room divider with your back to Valarr so he could get your zipper.
“He’s turned over a new leaf, and it’s just one date.” Valarr said again, zipping you up, “Then you can come home and vent to Kiera and me while you beat me at Mario Kart.”
“With ice cream?” you asked,
“Is that even a question?” he laughed, “Kiera has had our home stocked with sweets in preparation.”
“Alright,” you sighed, walking into your ensuite to apply your five-minute makeup routine and quickly style your hair. If you weren’t going on this date against your will, you would have put in actual effort, but based on Daeron’s reputation and your own experience with him, it only garnered the bare minimum. You, at one point, knew him well through being Valarr’s childhood best friend. But it had been years since you’d talked in person, the last time you could distinguish any memory from him was him getting too sloshed at a New Year’s Eve party in high school and vomiting into a potted plant. What you’ve passively seen in the tabloid over the years consists of flings of models and actresses with no real direction in life.
“Good enough?” you asked, doing a small twirl for Valarr.
“Good enough,” he nodded in approval, “I know this isn’t your idea of a fun Saturday night, but please don’t take it out on him. I can assure you he’s equally excited.”
“I’m a fucking delight,” you scoffed jokingly,
“You’re an acquired taste at best.” He responded deadpan, earning him a real scoff as you smack his chest with your matching clutch.
“Fine, I won’t like actively try to make him cry or anything.” You sighed,
“Thank you,” Valarr said, relieved. Before you could say anything else, you got a push notification on your phone that your car was here.
“Any other sage wisdom before I go?” you asked as you both made your way to the door.
“Try to have fun?” he offered as you locked your door.
“Don’t kill him,” he amended at the deadpan look you gave him.
“Better,” you hummed, as you both made your way to the elevator.
“He really has turned over a new leaf; he’s been sober for over a year now,” Valarr said.
“Is that confirmed or…” You trailed off, looking up at Valarr.
“He got sober last year after our grandfather threatened to cut him out of his will.” He expanded.
“So, he’s like actually sober?” you clarified,
“He has a weekly drug test with our family doctor, and they’ve all been clean,” Valarr confirmed,
“Okay, but like hasn’t your grandfather threatened that since he started drinking in high school?” you asked,
“He had some other motivations,” Valarr responded vaguely,
“Which are?” you asked, getting out of the elevator at the ground floor, exiting into the lobby.
“I don’t feel right telling you,” he confessed, “They’re Daemon’s truth to tell.”
“Okay?” you responded, “Well, on that incredibly perplexing note, I guess I’m off.”
“Be safe” is the last thing Valarr said before you left the lobby and ducked into the awaiting car to avoid the rain. The chauffeur closed the door behind you before circling back to his driver's seat. You absent-mindedly scrolled through TikTok until your short drive to the restaurant was up. You entered through a side door and headed straight for the private dining room, away from the public dining area and back of house. You could make the walk with your eyes closed, as this restaurant was a favorite of your family.
You were shocked as you rounded the corner into the private area to not only find that he had already arrived, but was also holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. His look confirmed his sobriety; instead of the frumpy boy you remembered, who always looked sickly pale, a put-together man stood before you. His skin tone was even, his hair had been freshly washed and pulled back into a low bun with a few framing pieces around his face. He was wearing charcoal grey dress pants, with a matching blazer and a dark maroon sweater underneath. Fuck, it pained you to admit it, but he had definitely inherited the Targaryen beauty.
“Daeron,” you greeted with a small smile and a gentle nod. He shared your smile as he stood up and said your name upon your arrival. You both shared a brief moment of silence before he spoke again,
“You certainly grew up,” he said, failing to hide his shock at your appearance.
“I could say the same to you,” you replied with a light, teasing tone.
“That’s valid,” he nodded, with a slight blush to his cheeks under your gaze.
“Those for me?” you asked, breaking the tension building between you.
“Erm-yes,” he nodded, closing the distance between you. You couldn’t help but smile down at the purple hydrangeas, held together by a silver bow.
“They’re lovely,” you smiled up at him, as his blush only deepened under your attention.
“I’d ask how you’d know they’re my favorite, but I’m assuming it was-” you started, before he cut you off,
“Valarr,” he confirmed, “He didn’t respond in time to tell me what color you prefer, so I went with your house’s colors.”
“It was a good guess, I’ve always loved purple,” you said, looking up into his violet eyes.
“I’m glad, erm,” he cleared his throat, “would you like to sit?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, this time doing a better job of hiding your shock as he pulled out your chair for you and pushed you in. Before you could say anything else, an older server appeared.
“Can I get you started with something to drink?” he asked after introducing himself,
“I’ll just take sparkling water,” Daeron ordered,
“I’ll have the virgin rosemary-ginger mule, please,” you added,
“Of course, and is there any addition or substitutions you would like to add to the set menu?” he asked,
“No,” you said after Daeron shook his head,
“Right, I’ll have those and your appetizer out as they are ready,” the server smiled, before leaving.
“You can have alcohol if you’d like,” Daeron said once the server was out of sight.
“Nah,” you smiled at him, “Honestly, I’m not really a big drinker,”
“Alright, but just to clarify, you having a drink won’t make me relapse,” he said,
“I know, and for the record, if you were to relapse after I had a drink that’s your own prerogative, I wouldn’t feel like it was my fault,” you responded. He smiled at that.
“Do you have experience with recovery?” he asked,
“Not personally, but I do have a few friends who are sober,” you answered,
“It shows,” he said with a light smile, “Everyone in my family, outside Aegon and Aerion, still walks on eggshells around me whenever alcohol or drugs come up; it's refreshing to talk to someone who treats me normally.”
“Everyone has their own shit,” you shrugged, “It’s not solely V, because I definitely had experiences outside of him, but growing up with a best friend who had contamination OCD made it easier to empathize and learn the line between babying and support.”
Your conversation paused as your drink and appetizer, duck poutine, was served.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” he said once you were alone again, “why did you and Valarr never end up together?”
“Me and V?” you laughed, “That was never in the cards, we make great friends, but I’ve never found myself attracted to him in that way. And I know he feels the same. I was actually the one who set him up with Kiera when he was in law school.”
“Weren’t you each other’s first kiss?” he asked, taking a bite of poutine.
“That was a special, planned circumstance,” you replied, serving yourself part of the appetizer, “Because of his condition, he was the only one in our grade who was going to leave middle school without having his first kiss. He literally watched me brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash three times before he felt okay kissing, and it was just a peck.”
“That’s oddly sweet coming from you,” Daeron commented, “From what I remember, you were rather brutish as a child.”
“I think that has more to do with Aerion and me always having some sort of beef than me being actively aggressive,” you defended yourself,
“I suppose that’s true,” he said reflectively, “The few family vacations you joined us on Aerion did always bait you.”
“Yeah, I think he always viewed me as a challenge because he knew I wouldn’t take any of his shit,” you said, “He was always on me for being a tomboy and how that made me gay.”
“I do have a clear memory of you punching him in the face hard enough that he fell backwards into a fountain fully clothed,” Daeron said,
“He deserved it,” you shrugged,
“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he laughed softly, “I guess, and I don’t mean this as an insult, that’s why I was so surprised to see you dressed more feminine this evening,”
“I get it,” you replied, wiping your mouth, “We haven’t really talked since high school, and I’ve definitely mellowed out since then. While I don’t love dressing up, I will do it situationally.”
“Well, I’m honored I merited the effort,” he said, smiling at you and for the briefest moment looking at your lips before his eyes darted away. The main course being served cut your conversation short before you could call him out on it.
“So, what have you been up to since high school?” he asked,
“MIT, then working at my family’s company.” You said, “Nothing too interesting, I like to travel as much as possible. I have a trip coming up this summer where I’ll be traveling around South America with V and Kiera.”
“So, you’re third wheeling?” he asked lightly,
“Actually, Kiera and I always joke that V’s the third wheel,” you replied with a smile, “Since I was friends with her from college before introducing them, I’m often mistaken as her partner.”
“You’d make a lovely couple,” he joked,
“Wouldn’t we?” you smiled, with a teasing grin, “How about you? What have you been up to recently?”
He paused for a moment in thought, answering just before you could take your question back.
“I’ve been doing a lot better this past year,” he responded genuinely, “I’ve been sober for seventeen months now, and I am back in school to finish my finance degree from NYU.”
“That’s amazing,” you smiled at him warmly. Once again, a lovely blush painted his cheeks under your attention.
“Thank you,” he smiled back, almost bashful, “I think so too.”
“It’s really been a lot easier since I got my diagnosis,” he started, before you softly cut him off,
“You don’t have to go into detail if you don’t want to.” You said, “You don’t owe me or anyone an explanation.”
“I know,” he smiled, blush spreading, “Fuck, would I sound desperate to say, I’d like to see you again this early into the date?”
“Only if I didn’t feel the same way,” you said, feeling your own face heat up. The man sitting across from you was a full restoration of who he was before he started to drink. He was happier and had a lightness to him that you hadn’t seen since you were children.
“Right,” he said nervously, clearing his throat, “Then you deserve to know this before moving forward. I was hospitalized a year and a half ago and went through detox in a behavioral health unit. Prior to this, I had only gone through detox at drug and alcohol recovery facilities. Because of the nature of a behavioral health unit, the doctors there were finally able to diagnose me with schizophrenia.”
He paused, eyes locked on your face, a light smile ghosted his lips as he took in your supportive reaction. You were silently listening with a slightly tilted head and nodded encouragingly as he talked.
“Their best guess is that the onset was when I was 16 and started to drink to cope with my nightmares and delusions. I’m on medications now and haven’t had any episodes for over a year. It’s just, fuck, I really like you. But I understand if it’s too much.”
He had to stop himself from flinching when your warm hand held onto his cold one as you comfortingly stroked your thumbs against the back of his knuckles.
“That sounds really scary,” you said empathetically without being condescending or belittling him. “Thank you for telling me, but that doesn’t change anything. Like I said, everyone has their own shit. I’m far from perfect and don’t expect perfection from you or anyone.”
“Okay,” he smiled brightly at you, dinner forgotten, “fuck, sorry I haven’t really been on a date in ages, and I feel like I just made everything weird.”
“You’re doing so good,” you praised, almost missing the way his adam’s apple bobbed under your attention or how his pulse quickened under your fingers.
Oh
“You aren’t just being nice because Valarr’s my cousin, right?” he said, attempting to laugh off his nerves.
“No, Daeron, you’ve been such a good boy,” you said, risking everything on your hunch.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, eyes locked on yours, his pulse increasing further as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. You remain steady as he let out a stuttered breath.
“You know what I think?” you asked, squeezing your thighs together under the table, “you’ve been such a good boy, you deserve a reward.”
“W-what kind of reward?” he asked, with a gulp,
You hummed tentatively, standing up and making your way around the table to stand between his parted thighs. You dropped his hand in favor of cupping his face as you gently tipped it upward.
“What kind of reward would you like?” you asked, lips teasingly brushing against his.
“Fuck,” he panted against your lips, “Anything,”
“Anything?” you asked with a smirk.
“Mhm, fuck I’ll take anything you’ll give me,” he answered honestly. You could feel his cock twitch in his trousers against the outside of your right thigh. You reward him with a peck, pulling him away by his hair as he attempts to deepen it. He doesn’t hide a whine in response to you tugging on his hair. You leaned down against his flushed ear before giving him the order.
“Be a good boy and text your driver that we’re ready to go back to mine. You can do that, can’t you?” you asked, teasingly.
“Mhm,” he hummed, not trusting his voice as he sent out the text. You share one last sweet kiss before you back up, grab your bouquet, and start walking to the side entrance, knowing he’d follow you. He let you get into the car first, shielding you from the rain, before quickly following behind. You reached up as your hand once again found his face, coaxing him down for another kiss. He happily complied, leaning down for a desperate kiss. This time, you let him deepen and set a pace as your other hand easily found the outline of his hard-on against his slacks. You lightly teased him, pulling desperate moans from his throat as he arched into your touch. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the pathetic whine he let out as you pulled back.
“We’re about a minute out from my place,” you said gently, “You need to behave for the walk up, or you won’t be getting any reward tonight, understand?”
“But what about my-” you cut off his question by handing him your flowers.
“Okay?” you asked,
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling down at you. He followed your directions well as you held his left hand, and his right held your bouquet over his bulge.
Once you were back in the privacy of your penthouse, he trailed behind you as you placed the flowers on your kitchen counter and guided him by his hand to your bedroom. Once inside, you lightly push him onto your bed. The rain had picked up as it loudly pelted against the glass of your windows. You kick off your heels and climb into his lap before pulling him back in for a desperate kiss. This time, you stayed in charge, grinding down against his lap, spurred on by his debauched moans and whines. You only pulled back when he braced his hand on your shoulder and pressed lightly.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.
“I, fuck,” he groaned, stilling your hips, “I’m gonna cum if you keep grinding on me like that,”
“Do you not wanna cum?” you asked,
“No, it’s just erm,” he took a breath, “because of my medication I can’t always reliably get it up,” he confessed, his entire face turning crimson.
“So…” you prompted,
“If I cum now, I don’t know if I’ll get hard again,” he explained,
“Okay,” you nodded, “I mean, there are so many ways we could please each other, I wasn’t really worried about that. I mean, there’s oral, pegging-”
“You,” he cut you off, swallowing hard, “you’re comfortable with pegging?” he asked
“I mean, yeah,” you laughed lightly, “I have a strap and new attachments to match preferences and keep everything clean.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, tilting his head back,
“I mean, I am a switch who prefers other switches, so I never exactly know where a night is going,” you said slightly self-consciously.
“No, fuck,” he snapped his gaze back down to your face, “Love, that’s not-, I wasn’t judging you, it’s just I wasn’t expecting us to click this seamlessly, is all,”
“Oh,” you replied,
“Fuck, I know we haven’t actually fucked yet, but I rarely am this synced with a partner. Especially since we didn’t meet on a site where we could match based on preferences.” He explained, “God, you’re a wet dream.”
“Do you want me to peg you?” you asked, gaining your confidence back, “or, here,” you said, sliding off his lap and grabbing his hand lightly as you led him over to your walk-in closet and over to an inconspicuous dresser on the side. You opened the drawer, revealing a range of different-sized and shaped dildos that attach to your strap.
“God,” he groaned, coming up behind you so his back was pressed to your front, “You’re definitely prepared,” he teased, reaching around you to glide his fingers against the different unopened boxes.
“I’d rather be prepared than not,” you replied, as he picked up a medium-sized pink dildo that vibrates. “That the one?” you asked, looking over your shoulder up at him,
“Yeah,” he smiled down at you,
“Kay,” you nodded, turning to him, “why don’t you go get comfortable, while I go wash it and get ready?”
“Alright, love,” he said, pressing you lightly against the dresser in a soft kiss, “Lube?” he asked,
“Right nightstand,” you directed. With a nod, he pulled back and left for your bed as you headed to your ensuite bathroom. You quickly unwrapped and slid an AA battery into the dildo before letting it sit under hot water while you got ready. You shed your dress and underwear before pulling the harness up and tightening it to your size. You finished washing the dildo before securing it into your harness. You had to hold back a moan as Daeron came back into view. He was propped up against your headboard, now nude, stroking himself lightly, with his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. You approached his side, pulling him in for a desperate kiss as you once again straddled him. You were spurred on by every moan and whimper that escaped him.
You had to brace his shoulder as his lips chased yours as you pulled back,
“What’s your safe word?” you asked, taking a breath.
“Dragons,” he answered,
“Good boy,” you praised in his ear, smirking as a shudder ran through his body. Your lips lightly ghosted against him as you made your way down his body, stopping here and there to press kisses and praise against his skin. You purposefully avoided his cock, as you pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, encouraging him to part his legs enough that you could get to his hole.
“Still okay?” you checked in as you squirted some lube on your fingers,
“Fuck,” he whined, “Please,”
You smirked up at him as you gently circled his hole before adding more lube as you slowly pressed in.
“Fuck,” he moaned, tilting his head back as you began to finger and stretch him out. You had to bar his hips down with your forearm to keep him from thrusting back against your fingers.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby,” you praised as you worked a third figure inside of him,
“Fuck, please,” Daeron moaned, “I can take it, please.”
“Patience, we’re almost there,” you promised, loosely gripping his cock as you began to jerk him off in time with your thrust.
“Fuck,” he cursed before letting out a guttural moan.
“Stop,” he begged, eyes glassy, “Fuck, it’s too much, it’s-Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”
Your smirk grew as you stopped just shy of his release. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together for some relief at the sweet sound of his whimpers.
“Ready?” you asked, pulling your fingers out slowly before you lubed up your strap-on.
“Fuck, please,” he begged, saying your name softly. You pulled him in for a soft kiss as the head of your dildo breached his hole. You could feel his bruising grip on your hips as he encouraged you to take him faster. Your kiss began to devolve into a sloppy mess as you rolled your hips into his. You could feel his hot tears against your cheeks as you fully sheathed yourself inside him. You stayed there for a moment as you pulled back.
“Still good,” you asked against his lips, looking up into his glassy violet eyes.
“Fuck, please,” he whined, rolling his hips back into yours, desperately grinding down against you. You pressed your lips back against his as you started to thrust and grind up against him. He didn’t have to direct your movement as his whole body started to vibrate when you angled your hips just right to hit his prostate just right. You pulled back from his mouth and trailed your lips down his throat, marking him up and eating up his moans and whines. You smirked into his throat as you reached down and clicked on the vibrating feature and wrapped your hand around his pulsing cock.
“Fuck, that’s it,” you encouraged him in his ear as he began to fall apart on your cock. He barely lasted a few thrusts before he was gone. Your name was the last thing to leave his lips before he painted both your stomachs with his cum. You slowed down your movement as you fucked him through his climax, clicking off the vibrator before you fully overstimulated him. He let out a reluctant whine as you eased yourself out of him and shed your harness, half-hazardly dropping it off the side, dildo clattering to the floor.
You pulled him into a sweet kiss as he came back down into his body. You whispered praise into his temple as you let his hair down and gently pet it while he rested against your chest. You stayed like that until his breathing went back to normal.
“Fuck, love,” he sighed against your lips as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. It was now your turn to whine as his fingers found their way down between your lower lips. You couldn’t help but moan as his thick fingers dipped down, tracing over your entrance.
“Fuck, Daeron,” you gasped against his lips, “You don’t-”
“I know love,” he said softly against your lips, “I want to,”
“Fuck,” you moaned desperately as he nudged into you, thrusting two of his fingers in at once.
“Fuck,” he groaned, effortlessly thrusting deep inside of you while grinding his palm against your neglected clit,
“Daeron,” you cried out, squeezing him tight as your orgasm quickly approached,
“Go on,” he encouraged, speeding up as he hit that spot over and over. You came with a scream against his lips as he lazily fingered you through it.
“Fuck,” you sighed, leaning against his shoulder as he gently eased his fingers out.
“Fuck,” he laughed in agreement, kissing the crown of your head as he pulled you in close. You lie contentedly in each other's arms, your phone long forgotten in your clutch in the kitchen as you both nodded off.
You slept deeply until you stirred at the sound of a knock at your door. Through blurry eyes, you watched as your best friend stepped in and paused as he took in the scene before him, buffering in real time. The mess of your room, discarded clothing, a sleepy Daeron spooning you from behind, and your covers thankfully pulled up past your chest.
“Valarr?” you asked, snapping his attention to you before he took in too much of the scene.
“Yes?” he asked back.
“Leave,” you directed,
“Right,” he nodded curtly, spinning his heels before promptly leaving your room. Seconds later, you heard your front door close and lock before he escaped back to his own penthouse. You feel Daeron’s chest vibrate against your back before you can hear him snicker against your throat, pressing a chaste kiss there.
“That was certainly a wake-up call,” he said, before you both shared a laugh. You shared one last kiss before tiredly settling back against each other and letting sleep take you.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed ^_^ This was way longer than I thought it was going to be 😅 I've never written for Daeron before, so hopefully this was okay 🫶