☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ “ EMBARRASSING SECRETS”
( MODERN!VALARR TARGARYEN X READER )
☆ ──꒰summary꒱ ❞ Valarr is finally in your bedroom, and you’ve prepared everything to be absolutely perfect for your first time. but… it seems like he has a little secret of his own, too.
contains! modern!valarr, loss of virginity, awkward sex, fluff!
authors note: i kind of really hate this… so sorry in advance to anyone reading it lol
೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢 ⠀ᰋ you sat on the edge of your mattress, the sheets pristine and pretty; you had prepared for this, and you wanted it to be perfect, even aesthetically. a vanilla cupcake candle burned on your vanity, and the lights were dimmed enough to set the mood without inhibiting your ability to see what was going on.
Valarr stood before you, his expression stern and unreadable as a granite statue carved in the shape of a very pretty man. he didn’t smile, but his eyes tracked the quick pulse in your throat. he was always so… unperturbed. it was irritating that you could never quite get a grasp on what he was thinking.
“you’re shaking.” he noted.
“i’m just… it’s cold,” you lied, your voice pitching an octave too high, making it obvious.
his hand cupped your jaw, “i’ll warm you up.” he leaned in, lips meeting yours in a kiss that felt calculated and dominant. you let out an unconscious whimper, your hands moving to wrap themselves around his neck. Valarr didn’t hesitate, he moved with a confidence that seemed rehearsed, pulling your shirt over your head with ease— he’d obviously done this a thousand times over, and the fact made you blush, embarrassed of your inexperience.
you gasped as the cool air hit your skin, nipples hardening instantly. his gaze drifted down, lingering on the curve of your breasts. “you’re beautiful,” he said. he hooked his fingers into the top of your skirt, pulling it down along with your underwear, sliding them over your thighs, exposing your damp heat to the lighting you had constructed so perfectly.
you squeezed your eyes shut, breath coming in slightly panicked hitches, anxious. “wait,” you whispered, “Valarr, i.. i’ve never actually…”
he paused, “done this before?”
“yes,” you breathed, “i’m a virgin.”
he stared at you for a long moment. he stood up slowly and began to strip, his movements suddenly less fluid. oh god. you had ruined it. he pulled his shirt over his head, then kicked off his jeans and underwear, revealing a thick, pulsing cock that stood rigid. he climbed onto the bed, “it’s fine. i’ll just… i’ll take care of it.”
he hovered over you, his chest heaving. he tried to guide his cock toward your opening, but he missed entirely, the tip sliding uselessly across your thigh with a wet, slapping sound.
“ow,” you said, a laugh slipping out, “you hit my leg.” he froze and flushed a deep crimson. he tried again, pushing forward, but he angled himself too high and rubbed himself through your labia.
“is it supposed to be this hard to find…?” he mumbled, mostly to himself, his usually stern voice gone, replaced by something frantic.
you blinked up at him, “what?”
he collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a muffled but clearly defeated sigh. “i’m, uh… a virgin too.”
you let out a startled laugh, “you’re kidding! you acted like a pro!”
“i didn’t want you to think i was some… loser or something.” he groaned.
“well,” you whispered, reaching down to feel the heat of him, “i guess we can figure it out together.” the next few minutes were embarrassing chaos. Valarr tried to push inside but he was too fast, his cock slipping out with a loud, wet squelch as he lurched forward.
“sorry! god, i’m sorry.” he gasped, breath hot against your ear.
“it’s okay,” you giggled, though you winced as he tried again, his cock this time thrusting in deep, bumping up against your cervix with a blunt force that was too much too soon. “wait! stop! too far, too far.”
“no… a little to the left… no, oh my god, Valarr. the other left.”
the two of you fumbled, hips clashing awkwardly, skin sticking to skin with a tacky sound. finally, with a clumsy heave and a sharp intake of breath from you, he slid in nicely. it wasn’t a smooth glide, it was a tight stretching squeeze that made you both freeze. Valarr began to move, but his rhythm was erratic. he pushed too deep, then he pulled almost all the way out.
“faster, please,” you told him through gritted teeth. and he obeyed, ramming into you until friction built and your breaths turned into jagged sobs of pleasure.
your legs locked around his waist, and Valarr’s face twisted in a grimace of intense concentration, as if he were solving a complex equation. “i think i’m… i’m going to…” he stuttered out.
Valarr gave a final, overzealous thrust that made him groan loudly as he came in time with you. he collapsed on top of you, heavy and panting, your limbs tangled in a messy heap of exhausted limbs.
“well… that was an experience.” he whispered into your hair.
you smiled, pressing your face into his chest, “we were terrible.” he laughed into agreement.
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