Daemon Targaryen Imagines

The corridor *Smut*

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon​

Halloween event

Warnings: sex, semi public sex

It was beginning to get dark as you headed back to your rooms. Your father had dismissed you after a long dinner with the king and his daughter. Hurrying along through the corridors you paused. You could hear someone humming and singing quietly in valyrian.

As you looked around to see where it could be coming from your spotted Daemon he was inspecting a tapestry in a small alcove.

If you hadn't stood exactly where you were you wouldn't have noticed him. Heading over to him you curiously peeked at him. "What are you doing?" You asked. He smiled at you and gestured to the tapestry.

"Some claim it was brought over from Valyria. I like to look at it, tucked away from everyone." Daemon answered. He smiled at you when you joined him in looking at the massive piece of art. It occurred to you that you were now alone with the prince in a dark passage that, unless someone intentionally headed down it or, like Daemon had, made a noise to lure someone over.

Daemon was close enough that you felt his hand brush against yours. His arm bumped yours. It made you feel a little breathless to be so close and alone with him. There were stolen glances at dances and sly comments at gatherings. The way you could feel his gaze on you was as heavy as if he was leaning against you. His fingers moved and touched yours. It sent a zap through you that almost made you jump.

When you glanced at him you realised he wasn't paying attention to you. The two of you had just gravitated together a little.

"The Maester said that some of the tapestries hide doors." You commented when the silence became too thick for you to cope with. Daemon chuckled and nodded.

"I imagine some would." Daemon said. He reached out and pulled the side of the tapestry back. You closed the gap between you and looked curiously.

"Well, that's disappointing." You said quietly and he chuckled. There was no hidden door. When you turned and stepped back you realised that he was closer than he'd been. You looked up at him and waited. Expecting him to turn away. To your surprise, he leaned in. Then all of a sudden his lips were on yours, he moved you back against the wall and his hands began to roam. His hands pulled at your dress as he gripped your leg, his hand fumbling with his trousers to pull them down.

As he pushed into you, filling. A moan poured from your lips. Quickly, to stifle the sound you covered your mouth. You could hear familiar voices in the corridor, they were coming from the dining room.

"Don't cover your mouth... I like hearing you." Daemon muttered in your ear. Each of his thrusts butted you against the wall and knocked a gasp out of you. He pulled your hand away from your mouth, letting it rest on his shoulder, digging into his neck as he pulled you closer.