PAIRING: modern!daeron x fem!reader
DESCRIPTION: a drunken night turned messy hookup with modern!daeron
NATASHA SPEAKS: i got an anon asking for modern daeron headcanons so OF COURSE i had to deliver🫡
— modern!daeron who, shockingly, meets you at a frat party drunk off of his ass. he’s an upperclassmen with one more year left to party, and if there’s free alcohol, than daeron is there. you, on the other hand, are friends with a frat brothers girlfriend, only at the party because she begged you to come.
— modern!daeron who stumbles into the bathroom, itching to pee when he walks in on you softly crying to yourself, head in your hands as tears stream down your cheeks.
“woah,” daeron slurs, bracing himself against the door frame. “what’s wrong with you?”
your head jolts upward, catching the eye of the insanely hot yet insanely drunk man staring deeply into your eyes. his hair is shoulder length and tangled across his face, but you can still see the maddening blue piercing a hole into your head.
“god,” you groan, dropping your head into your hands. “of course a hot guy has to walk in on me while i’m a complete mess.”
“you think i’m hot?” daeron sobers up slightly, a deer caught in headlights look blanketing his face as he takes in the pretty girl who just complimented him.
“shut the fuck up.” you laugh, beckoning daeron further into the bathroom as you wipe the tears that have now stopped streaming down your cheeks.
— modern!daeron who listens as you ramble on about your best friend ditching you, theatrical gasps and commentary leaving his lips as you go on to describe how she left the party to go fuck her boyfriend. daeron is appalled (even though he’s piss drunk) and offers to let you crash at his place when he finds out her apartment was your supposed endgame for the night.
— modern!daeron who thankfully doesn’t live too far from the party, leaving the two of you drunk and trying to navigate your way back to his apartment. what should’ve been a ten minute walk turns into thirty as daeron is making turns that just lengthen the journey.
— modern!daeron who’s apartment is luxurious as fuck, your eyes bulging as the doorman lets the both of you inside. daeron mumbles something about his dad picking it out for him, and you just nod without a second thought.
— modern!daeron who stumbles into the elevator, gripping your waist while pulling you flush against his chest subconsciously. it’s now that you really get a good look at him, leaving you to still stand true to your statement before; he’s fucking hot.
— modern!daeron who’s eyes bulge out of his head when you smash your lips onto his, hands bunched tightly on your shirt as he pulls back in shock. you’re staring at him unashamed, leaving daeron to want to make sure this isn’t a mistake.
“what are you doing?” he asks, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort.
“kissing you, what do you think i’m doing?”
“you want this?” daeron asks, drunk but not a complete inconsiderate asshole
“of course i fucking want this.” you mumble, smashing your lips back onto his with a fervour.
— modern!daeron who at this point just goes with it, having wanting to kiss you from the moment he saw you. the two of you stumble around the elevator, daeron pushing you against the wall as his hands roam your waist, your hands pulling at his hair.
— modern!daeron who as the elevator door opens to his penthouse suite, grips underneath your thighs so he can hoist you into the air, your legs going around his waist as he carries you throughout the apartment.
— modern!daeron who is trailing kisses down your neck, the bulge in his pants getting bigger as little moans and whimpers start leaving your lips.
“oh my god, you’re so beautiful.”
“shut up and just fuck me.”
— modern!daeron who even drunk, takes his time with you, not wanting to rush a night he probably won’t forget. he eats you like a man starved, spending time in between your thighs with a reverence. he doesn’t stop at just one round, going over and over again until the both of you are thoroughly spent and pleasured.
— modern!daeron who believes in aftercare, cuddling up to you afterwards, kissing any exposed part of your skin he can find. the two of you spend the rest of the night just talking and getting to know each other, not going to bed until the sun comes up.
— modern!daeron who forgot to mention that he lives with his cousin, valarr, leaving the two of you thoroughly surprised when he comes into daeron’s room the next morning to wake him up.
“get the fuck up, daeron! just because you were out last night getting drunk off your ass doesn’t mean— OH MY GOD!”
both you and daeron are clearly naked, covers barley covering anything as valarr bursts into the room like a man on fire. the both of you jolt awake, daeron basically smothering you as he eclipses his body over yours.
“valarr!” daeron seethes, glaring at his younger cousin. “don’t you know what fucking knocking is?”
— modern!daeron who hides his face in the crook of your neck when valarr leaves, slamming the door behind him. daeron keeps mumbling about how sorry he is, but at the moment, all you can think about is how your night went from crashing at your friends house to having multiple rounds of amazing sex with a totally hot older guy.
— modern!daeron who watches you with smitten eyes as you awkwardly fumble around his room, trying to grab all of your belongings. as hungover as he is, he is staring at you with full clarity, realizing how easy it was for him to fall in love with you.
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