Short little Chapter One for my ship Not So Sweet
CW: toxic relationship, nsfw-ish talk
Valentino.. A name she once dreamed of moaning into the bed sheets.She used to look for him in every club she worked, hoping to be recruited one day. Valentino.. Now, the name weighed heavy on her shoulders. It made her mouth dry up and her fists clench.
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Sugar sighed as she ashed her cigarette over the railing of the balcony that overlooked the entertainment district of the Pride Ring. Ads and neon signs with his name flashed all around, a sullen reminder of how omnipresent he was. Ads for Vox tech and Velvettes fashion filled any other empty space.
She took her last drag and put out the cigarette. The mixture of nicotine and the dried pink spit on her lips making her head buzz for a moment. She tossed the butt over the railing and stood up to go inside. Sugar briefly looked over edge to see a small group of demons on the ground, now fighting over her discarded cig butt.
“Freaks.” She said to herself as she went inside.
Valentino stood close to the floor length mirror, examining himself. He fixed his glasses and fluffed his neck ruff, glancing over his shoulder at her as she came in.
Sugar sat on a bench beside the bed and started to take off the remainder of her clothes. Before she could get the stretched out tank top over her head Val had descended on her. He weaved his long fingers into her hair, not exactly pulling but holding her steady, tilting her head up to look at him, his other arms were either restraining her or caressing her. Sugar tensed at his touch, squeaking out a “mew” sound at the sudden intrusion of her personal space.
Val smiled widely at her. “You were such a good little whore for master~” he purred. “Such a good girl.” His voice softened with the last phrase. Using the hand in her hair he pushed their lips together in a surprisingly tender kiss. It left Sugar stunned for a moment. Val stood to leave, just as suddenly as he had captured her.
Her cheeks burned, and she was left stiff and speechless. She hated that those words got to her so much. Sugar dreamed of those brief soft moments with Val. That’s what she clung to during the worst moments with him. “That’s what makes everything worth it.” She always told herself. An involuntary smile came to her face, thinking of Val wrapping his arms around her in front of the crowds at clubs, showing her off to anyone that’s around. He always got like that when he was in a particularly good mood. She hoped this soft, lovable version of Val lasted for at least the rest of the day.
She shook her head and gritted her teeth. Fuck. He did it again. He got in her head. Like he always does. Sugar sat still for a moment, before taking a deep breath. ‘Oh well..’ She thought. ‘I’ll just savor this for now.’ Though she was disappointed in herself, the safest option was to just enjoy this while it lasted. Who knows when he’d go off next.
Sugar finally got undressed and made her way to the shower. Her bathroom was large and fancy. Everything matched, though Val was the one that decorated. Not the colors she would have chosen. She stood in front of the large mirror framed in gold. Her hair was sticking up, looking tangled and stiff. She ran her hands over her fur, combing through the bits that had become hardened and spikey from that various bodily fluids from this morning. “Ugh.. gross..” She turned on the shower and got in. Sugar began to look through the many bottles of soaps and washes Val had gotten her, smiling to herself. He takes such good care of me, she thought. The disgust from earlier washing away as easily as the cum and spit in her fur.
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