You Pervert ♡
Valarr Targaryen x fem!Reader
Modern!AU [University], in which reader teases starved Student Body President Valarr as he gives a speech, and he makes sure she finishes what she started.
minors dni.
Warnings/tags: Non-Con spanking, Brat play (ig), Consensual fingering, Praise kink, Teasing, Good girl among other pet-names, Finger sucking, Light choking, Light overstimulation, Pleasured to senselessness, Kinda fear of getting caught/semi-public sex, Reader never learns, Softdom Valarr; who is gentle with words and small touches but not when it comes to reader’s c*nt.
Fuck… I’m hard.
It was 6:30 PM, and the university students—at least those who were bored enough to be present—had gathered in the auditorium for the annual talent show.
Student body president Valarr had been preparing all week for the speech he was expected to give—he could recite it backwards if he so wanted. But glancing down at the bulge in his trousers, he realised the one part of the evening he could never have prepared for.
You.
You and Valarr had been in the same class since the beginning of uni. Though you might’ve known each other for ”a long time”, it did not dim the fact that he found you insufferable.
In truth, he couldn’t stand you.
He knew you to be the trouble-making, spoiled upper-class sort of girl. You’d question authority, act generally improperly, and speak rudely to other students whom you deemed as lesser than you—that including Valarr. And you were so ungodly annoying that even his patience failed not to be taxed by your behaviour.
Every time he’d gone out of his way to lecture you, you would dismiss him almost as easily as you would a door-to-door salesman.
Furthermore, your bad behaviour seemed only to worsen as he made his discontentment known—and he found himself wondering if the only way to shut you up was to give that cunt of yours a firm pounding…
During the last trimester, Valarr’s feelings of lust had begun to intensify beyond his control. The thought of putting you in your place had entered his mind more often than he would’ve liked to admit. To the point, it should’ve been classified as a fantasy, not just ”a thought”.
The way you swayed your hips as you strutted the halls, and the way you bent down in the middle of class seminars, just to gaze back playfully at him, had had him scurrying out of the lecture hall to take care of his hard-on on more than one occasion.
It drove him insane.
But it was not like his suffering had gone unnoticed.
You’d felt the looks and the glances across the room like a spotlight, rewarding him by slightly arching your back and relishing the way his hand shamefully travelled under the table and between his legs.
What a perv, you often thought to yourself—and indeed, perverted was what he felt like.
Though you were surprised at first, you had now gotten so used to his horniness that you had made it into a sort of game. Suddenly, it was all rather exciting.
As you moved toward the auditorium—your miniskirt lifting timidly with every step—you involuntarily began to imagine just how pathetic Valarr’s reaction would be. Sometimes you felt yourself warming up at the thought of him one day giving in, and finally burying his twitchy cock inside of you. You wondered if this was that day, if this was the last straw. You had, after all, prepared a little treat. Just to test how far you could egg him on.
With his neck flushed, Valarr tried his best to keep his eyes to himself. But to no avail. Like a puppy to a sweet treat, his mouth watered as you sat next to him, chair disappearing beneath your thighs. His senses fogged with the sweet tang of your raspberry perfume.
If he could just let your chair do the speech and take its place instead...
His mind wandered, dreaming up the image of you sitting on his face. He thought of how sweetly he would make you moan while he drowned blissfully in your juices. ‘Valarr! Valarr!’ you would mewl.
He closed his eyes and allowed them to roll back at the thought, exhaling deeply.
“Valarr!” the professor called for him, frustrated at the Student rep for uncharacteristically missing his cue, and Valarr’s daydream was brought to an unsatisfying end. He stood hurriedly, neck still flushed pink, careful to not look your way, nor to let his cue cards lose their place in front of the bulge in his trousers.
He was hard, and he was thanking every higher power that there was a podium on stage for him to hide behind.
The speech went as smoothly as it could’ve gone, except for the times his eyes landed on you—your piercing gaze forcing him to halt his rhetoric for a moment. You were seated right in front of him, smiling so sweetly, and it was beginning to piss him off.
She’s such a brat, he thought, careful not to speak it out loud.
He rolled up his sleeves in frustration, standing just near enough for you to see the pretty veins on his toned arms. Your growing wetness clung to your chair—it was your turn to stare now.
Valarr’s mismatched eyes were glued to the back of the auditorium, the maroon and dark oak walls the only thing in his view. He was actively ignoring you, and you had to applaud him for his persistence.
However, you were determined to win this one-sided horn-off, as you always did. You brought your hand to your shoulder, caressing it under your blouse to reveal your soft skin. The young man on stage was drawn to your sudden movement.
Got you.
Slowly, you opened your legs, carefully caressing your upper thigh so that your skirt lifted just enough for Valarr to glimpse your unclothed cunt; the other students around you, oblivious to your lewd invitation. He caught his breath, stumbling over his words, and you let out a soft giggle.
Success.
The Student Council president left the stage, ever as proper, though flushed a bright red. He took his seat next to you once again.
He was on edge and annoyed, and you accepted it as a challenge.
You placed your hand on his thigh and cooed, “Good job, Valarr.”
He gave you a firm look.
“Thank you,” he muttered deeply, not pulling his gaze from you.
Something about his expression made your body tingle. His pretty puppy eyes were now dark and unamused; maybe you had gone too far this time.
The lights went out, and almost on cue, Valarr stood, hooking his grip around your waist, before stealthily leading you out of the auditorium.
“Now, for the first performer, Aerion from class BO-TM7, with his… Dragon… dance…?” The voice on stage faded out as Valarr and you neared the exit.
The door shut, and you could feel his warmth behind you. The scent of him, a musk of deep honey, caging you.
“Is everything all right?” You asked innocently, pressing your ass against his groin.
Your own arousal at teasing the poor, young man was evident, the feeling sending a wave of heat through your body.
He laughed in disbelief, taking a second to look around you before whispering breathlessly into your hair, “What the fuck are you doing?”
”Gasp! Cursing?!” You turned to face him, putting on your most elaborately condescending tone, ”Careful now, Mr Perfect. That foul mouth of yours might cost you your beloved presidency.”
You pressed your bosom against him, attempting to agitate him further. But as you reached your hand to boop his nose, you were stopped by Valarr, who grabbed your wrist.
Oop. That was unexpected.
You attempted to lower your hand back down, but his grip was unyielding.
”I’m done with this game,” his deep voice vibrated against your chest, still pressed snuggly to him. You felt your face warm as his dark gaze settled over you. He was not happy.
”L-let go of me, you perv,” meagrely, you pulled your hand once more; you didn’t really want him to let go.
He raised his eyebrows at the word. Prev.
That was it, he'd had enough.
In one swift move, he lifted you over his shoulder, walking towards the nearest lecture hall.
You yelped, your hands frantically trying to cover your bare bottom, while simultaneously holding yourself up by his dress shirt.
”Are you out of your mind?!” you squealed.
Valarr lifted his hand and spanked your ass, his palm leaving a red glow on the delicate skin.
Your breath hitched. Did he just?!
”Put me down right now, you perver—”
Slap. He did it again.
Roughly, he rubbed on the red mark left behind, as if he was charging up.
You drummed on his back, demanding he put you down. But he didn’t. He simply gave your naked cheek another smack and walked on.
By the fifth time, your anger had turned into genuine bewilderment, and your loud protests were now incoherent, soft mumbles.
He glanced at your ass, admiring how your body trembled at the contact before going still again—he was delighted in his work.
You, however, were embarrassed. If someone were to walk by, they would see, not only your bare backside, but your folds dripping with arousal.
”You cannot—” slap.
You mewled, shifting sheepishly on his shoulder, trying to conceal how undeniably turned on you were.
He opened a door and closed it behind him. The room was dark, a weak sheen from a broken light at the back of the lecture hall, the only thing aiding your vision.
Valarr placed you on the professor’s desk and rested his weight on it, his hands on either side of your hips. His head was slumped forward.
You attempted to show your disapproval of the situation, but you only managed to utter a breathless, needy whisper of his name, ”Valarr—”
For fuck’s sake.
Valarr lifted his head lazily, cutting you off, ”Does it come naturally to you or do you take deliberate care to make yourself difficult?”
He stared at you with assertive arousal. Though he was boring, you had to admit, Valarr was quite handsome. Especially now, when he was angry and commanding—yet still with a flustered blush adorning his cheeks. From the way your face heated, you knew you were most likely flushed red too.
”What do you think?” You tried your best to sound unbothered.
”What do I think?” his nose flared as his gaze shifted to your lips. ”I think—” he closed in slowly, allowing his face to rest against yours, though not yet letting your lips meet, ”—you need some discipline… and some respect.”
You breathed into him, raising your chin, desperate for him to kiss you.
He shook his head slowly in response, ”I can’t believe you.”
He held your face, pulling you to him in a hungry kiss. The rough act, made with his soft lips, shot a drowning pleasure through your body, and you tried to force the blissful noises bubbling in your throat to stay put. You began to tug at his dress shirt, to take it off, to pull him closer, anything. You just wanted more of him.
”No, no. You’re not getting that tonight,” He said, breaking the kiss, looking down at you through hooded eyelids.
His palms caressed your sides, sneaking their way under your skirt, where you needed him most.
You fussed, whining in anticipation.
”Do you want me to touch you here?” His fingers grazed against the soft skin of your lower belly.
The smug look on his face made your insides boil, equal amounts of both disdain and arousal mingling within you.
You nodded, earning a satisfied hum from his lips.
Slowly, he leaned in, burrowing his face in the side of your hair once more.
”No,” he said plainly, ”not until you’ve apologised.”
He backed away from you and seated himself on the professor's chair, leisurely spreading his legs.
The air before you grew cold in his absence. You turned to him. His head was tilted as he gazed at you, left all alone and befuddled on the table.
Slowly, he patted his lap, a lewd invitation of his own.
Another wave of heat surged through you; this was not at all what you had expected. You pushed yourself up from the table, focusing on keeping your steps steady. Any hesitation would have had you drooping weakly to the floor, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
So you didn’t hesitate.
You lifted yourself casually to straddle him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The moment you sat, however, your hips unconsciously jutted against his, and you prayed it had gone unnoticed; he did not need any more reason to belittle you.
Valarr caressed your ass, seemingly staring up at you with admiration. It made you uneasy. But he kept fondling the sensitive skin, and it felt so good.
Soon, your sighs became heavier. You grabbed a handful of his dark chestnut hair, as he squeezed and pushed you down onto his clothed cock. Its hardness jabbed into your thigh, as the friction of his trousers dragged cruelly along your clit, your wet arousal drenching the fabric.
You dropped your head, nuzzling it into his neck.
”No,” he whispered suddenly. ”I want you over my leg.”
He deepened himself into the chair and rested his arms on its top rail, refusing to touch you. For a moment, you stared at him, mostly annoyed that he had stopped grinding into you.
You spoke sharply, ”I am over your legs.”
An impatient hum left Valarr’s lips. He lifted you with ease, guiding you into his preferred position.
Oh.
You lie, chest across his thigh and backside between his legs.
While positioning you, his hand stayed pressed to your bare ass, only leaving it for a moment to flick your skirt up over your back, revealing all of you to him. The other, now held your jaw, turning you to have the tips of your noses touch.
Your back arched as he squeezed your backside again, harder than before.
”Apologise,” he growled.
The sharp sting of his palm against your flesh—recently made familiar to you—found your blushing bum yet again.
You mewled, only to force a furrow to your brows, as if the act was able conceal the one that came before it.
”For what—” another slap.
You gripped the fabric over his thighs.
The sensations were too intense. Even as your skin ached, you found yourself pressing yourself onto his offending hand, desperately wanting his touch.
”You know well—”
”I don’t,” you cut.
Slap.
You mewled again.
The smacks of skin to skin followed each of his sentences, acting as punctuation. Between your punishments, his fingers teased your folds, lapping up and down so faintly it was maddening.
”You are a clever girl,” he spoke into your lips as his fingers barely grazed your clit, taunting the sensitive bud, ”do not pretend otherwise.”
You moaned reluctantly.
”Now, let me hear you apologise, sweetheart.” Slap.
Your brows could only furrow in pleasure now.
He caressed your ass and lowered his head to place innocent pecks onto it, as if your current circumstance wasn't the most erotic you'd ever found yourself in.
”So pretty.” He whispered to himself.
You squirmed between his legs, but his toned arms held you in place.
”You’re not going anywhere—” Slap. ”—Be a good girl now—” Another one. ”—And apologise.” A third.
A huffed sigh left your lips. How did you even get here?
”I’m sorry.” Your voice was cold and stubborn, your embarrassment evident.
That tone of yours, was not to Valarr’s liking.
”You can do better than that.” Slap.
Valarr kissed your lips and allowed his fingers to press ever so gently against your clit. He was rewarding you for your apology; even though it was lacklustre.
Your hips rutted backwards from the sudden stimulation, and Valarr chuckled softly.
”Please, Valarr,” you whispered, struggling to beg for more in the least begging way possible.
”No, no. Not please,” he scoffed. ”Apologise properly… and I might touch you they way you want me to.”
”I’m sorry!” you did sound desperate now.
”For…?” He waited for you to finish the sentence.
”For being rude... and disrespectful…” your words strained in your throat. You haven’t had to apologise like this since you were a child.
”And...?”
”And!?” the sharp edge seethed back into your voice.
Slap.
He held your face and rubbed gentle circles along your sweet spot, ”Not that tone again.”
You bit your lip, as you fussed desperately over his thigh, your hips shifting back to add more pressure to his touch. Yet, each effort was only met by his pulling away from your wetness.
He continued, voice soft, ”Apologise for what you did in there.” His head tilted toward the auditorium.
”I’m sorry… for teasing you,” you said spuriously, rolling your eyes slightly.
"Are you?"
"Mm, no... not really," you spat, pleased with yourself.
Another slap.
You yelped at the strike, which, frustratingly, sounded more like a whimper than anything, "You're such a perv!"
Valarr let out a cold hum as his palm came down once more; by now, you’d lost count of how many times he’d done it. This time, the impact was harsher, sending a sharp throb through your already sensitive skin.
He didn’t stop—each strike followed the last in a merciless rhythm, echoing through the hall.
You whined, grabbing his upper thigh to steady yourself.
God, you just wanted him to fuck you.
"Are you sorry now?"
"Mm—Yes! I'm sorry, truly!" It was impossible to not sound absolutely pitiful uttering those words. ”It won’t happen again!”
Valarr hummed, satisfied enough with your answer.
Slowly, he pushed a finger inside of you.
You made a small lurch before lowering into a purr; the friction along your walls was so delicious.
"Is this okay?"
Your arms had given out, and you mumbled sweetly against his thigh, "Please, don't stop."
With a steady hand, he pumped into your warmth, at the same time, resting his other beneath your face as he placed soft kisses against your cheek. Already, you could feel your lower belly tensing, but you could not cum so easily; you would not hear the end of it if you did.
”You’re so wet…” He spoke breathlessly as he entered you with another finger.
You both moaned, feeling you clench around the second digit.
The sight of you, sprawled over his lap, completely at his mercy, was better than Valarr had ever imagined. He held your jaw firmly, lifting you to face him, to look him in the eyes. Your folds were just as eager as you were, sucking him back in every time he drew his fingers out of you. He wanted to watch you come undone, watch you lose yourself around him.
"Faster, Valarr. Please." you mumbled.
By now, his own appetite for your pleasure had grown, the wet blotch of precum on his trousers swelling along with each coat of your arousal.
He bit his lip. He couldn't help but oblige your request.
Unapologetically, you moaned. The sound drowned out beneath the music from performances in the auditorium next door, though you could swear you heard a hitch in the melody at your lewd noises.
However, you could not bring yourself to care.
Deep in your gut, you felt the tightness of your climax building. You were so close, shivering under his grasp, your ass red and ravaged. Your folds tensed erratically around Valarr, his hand now soaked from tip to palm with your wetness.
"Look at you, clenching down your pretty cunt on my fingers," he mocked, "Do they feel that good?"
You only whimpered in reply, nodding your head fervently.
”Yes?” he confirmed, raising his brow smugly, his rhythm unrelenting. "Use your words, Princess."
You moaned louder, "Yes!"
His thumb snaked to the opening of your mouth, rubbing along your lower lip. You gaped, your tongue prodding out slightly. Valarr moaned deeply as you sucked on the finger; your pupils dilated, your gaze drunken.
His pace quickened, curving his fingers to prod deeper into you.
The sounds filling the hall were similar to those of a porno, like the ones Valarr would watch guilty, late at night, thinking of you. But this, this was real, and oh so filthy.
”So desperate," he cooed. "All along, you just needed someone to fuck you straight, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
”Ngh, yes!” you spoke, senseless, consumed by lust and pleasure, with his thumb still placed on your tongue.
Wholly content, Valarr sighed, ”Look how politely you’re answering me now, hm?” He could not be enjoying this more than he already was.
It felt unreal how easily he had reduced you to such a pathetic state with only a few touches.
His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing slightly on its sides. Slowly, he kissed up your shoulder, the pace of it greatly contrasting with the way his other hand was overwhelming your cunt.
When his face had reached your neck, a tender command deepened into your ear, "Cum for me."
The hand on your throat forced you to meet his gaze. You whimpered against him as he added a third finger, the stretch rupturing you into pure ecstasy. Valarr scarcely managed to get a proper pump in before you orgasm clamped down hard around him.
"Ah, Fuck," he groaned.
Your broken, breathless moans spilled into the narrow space between you, Valarr's guiding voice keeping you grounded as he spoke sweet nothings into your lips.
"That’s it, princess. I got you.”
His arm strained as he held his pace, determined to get you through your high.
Your mind fogged.
"Mm, y’so pretty when you cum for me," the hum of his voice vibrated through you.
Your body rutted back and forth, unable to decide whether you wanted him to stop or to bury himself deeper.
"Such a good girl."
With a last jut of your hips, you slumped down, lying onto his chest—his fingers only slowing their pace as they continued to pump into you. Sluggishly, pushing in and out—overwhelming you.
He caressed your hair, relishing how you burrowed your soft moans into his neck.
”Ngh… Ngh… Ngh…” you whined with each deepening of his fingers.
He placed small pecks along your collarbone, speaking between them, "Now what do we say?"
You released a faltered whine, "Th-thank you."
Valarr’s lips curved into a faint smile as he drew you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to you trembling lips. He pulled away before slowly letting his fingers draw out from inside your cunt, and you quivered at the sudden emptiness.
He brought them to his mouth, gingerly licking up your sweet juices, your arousal growing eager again at the sight.
You teased quietly, ”You're such a pervert," only to immediately regret it the instant you saw Valarr arch his brows.
The young man sighed, a grin tugging the sides of his mouth as he lifted his chin sharply, directing you, "On the table."
You bit your lip. For fuck's sake.
Author’s note:
This is my first smut… I might’ve written the warnings wrong, if so I apologize! I’m literally just a girl.
Also english is not my first language, if you see something grammatically incorrect, no you didn’t 👀
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