PEGGING VAL???? sorry recently iâve just really wanted to make this man cry. like he makes me want to be absolutely CRUEL and MERCILESS!!! just like giving him a taste of his own medicine would be fantastic idk đ€·ââïž
SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!! ive been in a writing slump đ but im obsessed with writing val! itâs hard but i like trying to figure out how to I wanna characterize the goober
âvalentino x f!reader (gendered nicknames like princess and etc, but other than that the readerâs gender is not mentioned)
âincludes: overstimulation, crying, bondage, toys
valentino, one of the 3 vees. tall, flirtatious, intimidating, rude.
too rude, perhaps. sure, being a bitch is pretty much a given in hell, but val was way more than that.
he has heels on peopleâs backs, and claws through sinnersâ hearts. sure, demons can regrow limbs and heal scars. but not ones on the soul.
and valentino was an expert at cutting deep.
there's a scar on every one of his employeesâ thoughts, his presence unable to leave their minds like smoke stuck to cloth.
no matter how much one washes it, that scent always comes back.
you were his cigarette. he clings onto you, unrelenting as he asks you to stay longer. you usually roll your eyes and dismiss him, but sometimes, you return, letting him indulge in his obsession with you.
he breathes you in, wanting you stuck on his clothes, hoping you stay a little longer, and unable to let you go.
with how much he craves you, you have control. power. one he will let go of when the two of you are tangled in lust, falling onto plush bedsheets with you over him.
he needs you. and you take advantage of that wholeheartedly.
val didnât complain when you took charge. quite the opposite, actually. your fingers were a fucking blessing amongst this hellscape, and he doesnât care where they are as long as theyâre on him.
but unfortunately, they werenât.
âcome on, princesa,â his tone was sickly sweet at first. persuading, sensual. fake.
âfucking do something~!â there we go. his true feelings. his tone was getting higher the more impatient he got, sing-songy in a way as he tried not to full-on scream at you. he knew youâd get even more pissed if he did.
you click your tongue in disappointment before hitting his thigh swiftly, provoking a sharp gasp from val as he hisses in pain, but also pleasure.
he couldnât see and he couldnât move any of his arms. usually, heâd be into kinky shit like this, but he also likes to be somewhat in control. if he asks for something, he gets it. your average pillow princess behavior. but you want to show him heâs not royalty, and he shouldnât expect to be treated like it when it was clear he was an impressively shit ruler. seriously, who kills someone elseâs employee?
but, even with how much you wanted to take his control away from him, his legs stayed free since you wanted them to drape over your shoulders at some point during the night, but that was for later. you have other things on your hands.
like his waist, for example. thin and smooth, hot to the touch even though heâs supposed to be cold-blooded. he relaxes into your palms instantly, a smile donning his face as he feels your touch.
his back arches up as he twists himself in an admittedly stunning way in your hands, trying to make himself look as appealing as possible for you to ravage him as soon. but you know his tricks. you wonât fall for his attempts of seduction.
so instead of moving your hands down to his inner thighs how he likes it, you draw them away, eliciting almost a growl out of the man underneath you.
âyou really need to work on being more patient,â you tell him, your finger running underneath his chin, making his head tilt up so you can see it better.
even though he was frowning at you, the crimson drool that slipped down his lips made him look too pathetic to be threatening. âyou need to work on being faster, amorcita! really, how can someone be so fucking slowâ!â
you interrupt his complaints by suddenly getting off the bed, making him stop in confusion andâŠslight fear. âwhereâwhere do you think youâre going!â he snarls, trying to cover his vulnerability with coats of anger.
âiâm leaving if you canât behave,â you answer, no hint of remorse in your voice. it chills him to his very core, a wave of frost running over his burning body as he stills in panic. you canât just leave, thatâs notâpeople donât do thatâ
but val knows that you will. you werenât afraid of him. and he knows he wonât be able to make you either. he was too soft on you.
so as a last ditch attempt, he musters up his most suggestive voice, wiggling in his binds as he tries to make you come back with his allure. âoh, come on. iâm always goodâwait wait!â
he hears your footsteps getting further, and his words fly out of his mouth without thought. âplease, waitâiâll fucking behave justâdonâtâŠâ he breathes in carefully, trying to talk slower. âdonât leave, babe. i⊠iâm sorry, okay?â
he looks around at nothing, and it stares back at him cruelly as he tries to see you through the blindfold, even if he knows it's pointless.
you know most of his words arenât sincere, itâs all just out of frustration, but itâs the thought that counts, right?
a sigh of relief leaves him as he feels a dip on the mattress, your hands moving over his torso. a yelp flies out of valâs lips as you tug on the chain connected by the clamps on his chest, the pain both sharp yet pleasing.
âweâll see about that.â
val didnât realize how mad you must have been, because the past hour or so had only been torture. the blindfold was already drenched in tears, his chest was over-sensitive to the point that even a breath would make him jolt, and he hasnât been able to cum once, even when your fingers have been drilling into him constantly and the vibrator against his tip never stopped tormenting him.
âahâ! ah, hah, pleaseâ! wa-wait!â he sobs, thrashing in his ropes as he cries, the vibrations getting faster now. your fingers press right against that spot he usually loves, but he canât enjoy it to the fullest if his cock is so hard it practically hurts. whatâs worse is that he couldn't even cum if he wanted to, the ring around it ruining any chance of easy gratification.
âi thought you said i was too slow?â you tease, pulling your fingers out with a loud pop.
âwell you fixed thatâFUCK! pretty fastâ!â val wailed as you entered him abruptly, bottoming out without warning before setting a brutal pace, not giving him time to accustom to you at all. âfuckfuckfuckâ! baby, please!â
all he can do is take it, and as you rip the blindfold off of him, you revel in his expression, which was exceptionally different from his usual cocky one.
tears ran down the path of previous dried ones, and his mouth couldnât even close from all of his noises escaping any time they could. his signature red drool drips out of his mouth and swirls around his teeth. you take caution, knowing what will happen if you kiss him. you donât want to indulge in him just yet.
and he was slowly getting the hang of it. his claws dug into his palms as he shook, the sound of shaky pleas and uncontrollable moans filling the room beautifully. it seemed like he was practically made to be fucked by you, unable to get enough.
even when heâs tired, he canât help but rock his hips against yours as he begs for more, while also pleading for less. he couldnât tell what he wanted, because he knew he loved getting fucked by you, but he also hated not being able to cum. it was the dilemma of the century!
âp-pleaseâŠpleaseâiâhicâi canâtâŠâ his voice slowly starts to get softer as he starts to lose strength. he canât hold up a facade anymore. he canât pretend that heâs in control. that this was a gift all for him, because it clearly wasnât. it was a cruel punishment, and it was served in the way he knows best.
âcanât what?â you question, your hands firm on his hips as you stop him from moving, eliciting a pathetic whine of frustration from val.
âcanâtâi canât wait anymore, please letâhaâlet me cum! iâm begging you, babyâfuckâtoo fast!â those were words he thought heâd never say, considering how much he liked it rough.
which, showed even through his pleas. his eyes rolled back and his voice came around again, gracing you with delightful moans and cries that got louder and louder. it was quite clear this pleased him a lot. but, it was even more certain that this was too much, and for someone so addicted to sex, it was surprising to figure out his breaking point was so easy to find.
of course, it took a long time, but from how much game he boasts he has, it was almost laughable how pathetic he was right now. begging, sobbing, messy. you want to see more of this side of him.
ânot yet, val,â you scold him, tugging on his nipple clamps like it was some sort of leash. it was a gentle pull, yet his sensitive self couldnât help but shriek in response, his back arching into a wonderful crescent.
âi promiseâi promise iâll be goodâiâm good i swear!â he whines, looking up at you with his watery eyes. âi wonât be rude to you everagainpleaseâ!â
you know it's a lie. you know he believes it, at least at in this moment, conceding to whatever it is you desire just to get what he wants. his nice act wonât last forever. but for now, with him underneath you, unable to think, drowning in pleasure, suffocating on the desire for youâŠyou decide itâs good enough to warrant a small reward.
âSHITshitâAH! thâŠhmm!â he trails off into a high-pitched whimper as he feels that ring finally fucking leave, letting him cum for the first time in what felt like years.
âval. what. do. you. say?â you hiss, and suddenly the stars he had started to see turned into warning signs in an instant.
âsorryâthank you! fuck, thankânghâ!â
you nod in approval, moving your hand down his quivering chest with sudden gentleness. it almost made val want to cry even more, and he was too tired to think why.
yet, your sweetness suddenly stops with a rush of almost painful pleasure running up his spine as you start to thrust again, slow, yet quickly hastening into the frenzied pace from before.
val doesnât even bother asking you to go slower, sinking into the pillowy smoke of lust once more without complaint as you drive into him relentlessly.
he loves it, the way your presence surrounds him, how your hands get so tight around his hips that they leave marks. everything you do, he loves. so, even as his tears line his eyes once more, and his mouth spews words of forgiveness, he canât help but want more, for who was he if not with you?
even when morning comes and you two finish, he still yearns for you as he walks out that door in the afternoon, his assistant rushing over to his side as he makes his way to the studio that he knew wouldnât be able to produce anything that rivaled your touch.
âi like your new perfume.â
âhm?â he looks down at his assistant, raising an eyebrow out of confusion before sniffing his coat. he canât help but crack a small, uncharacteristic smile.
you seemed to have stuck on him like smoke.
and heâll never try to get rid of it.
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