Valentino x Reader
《 I'm so very behind on my requests and yet I still write things that weren't requested - sorry, 》
23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.” / 32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”
Your fingers brushed gently along his arm, spidering up the soft cloth of his jacket. Valentino glanced up at you with a small smirk, two of his hands flicking through the paperwork that was strewn along his desk.
“Val, baby,” You draped an arm over his shoulder, leaning into the fluff that was around his throat, “You’ve been working for hours.”
“Duty calls, sweetheart,” He turned his face and you felt his lips press to your cheek, “You know how it gets.”
You let out an irritated whine and moved so that you were straddling his leg. Valentino moved one of his lower sets of hand to lay on your hip and you gave an innocent smile, leaning forward so that your face was right up against his, “You just never pay any attention to me, Val.”
You could feel him roll his eyes, though his eyes never changed, “Baby doll. I pay attention to you near constantly.”
You pressed a kiss to his cheek and rubbed your nose against the soft skin of his face, sighing again. You felt Valentino’s fingers grip your hip tighter and your smile turned a touch darker, another kiss pressed to his cheek, dangerously close to his jaw, “Hey, Val.”
“Hey, what, sweetheart.” He rifled through his papers, his eyes flicking down to look at yours.
“I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later,” Your voice was low, your hips unconsciously rolling themselves into a small circle against his thigh, “With your hand in my hair,” Your tongue trailed along his jawline and you felt his lips begin to turn upward into a feral grin, “Choking on you.”
“It does paint a real pretty picture, doesn’t it, sweetheart,” One of his hands trailed up your back and his finger twirled a piece of your hair, “Who says that it has to wait until later?”
You stifled a giggle and pressed one more open mouthed kiss to his jaw before jumping off him, your grin wide, “You have paperwork, don’t you, Vee? I’ll see you later!”
You turned to leave and you felt the aura of the room change, a dark chuckle coming from the pimp behind you. You felt the shift prickle against your skin deliciously, your thighs clenching at the sound of Valentino speaking.
“Oh, babygirl,” You heard him set the packet of papers down and the chair be pushed backward, the rustle of his jacket as he unbuttoned it and set it aside, “You’d best turn your pretty little ass around and come back over here.”
You looked over your shoulder, swallowing a ball of nervous laughter, “You told me you had work to do, Val.”
Valentino’s fingers tapped along his thigh and he beckoned you forward with another hand, his grin malicious, “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”
You felt your pussy gush at the sound of him and your feet immediately began to walk toward him. His thighs were spread; you knew exactly where he wanted you. You came to stand between his legs and he raised a finger, making a circle motion.
“Put on a little show for me, sweetness. You know how I like it.” He purred, one hand of his reaching out and brushing against your stomach.
Any ounce of nervousness melted away and you grinned at him sweetly, tilting your head, “I dunno, Val. I might need your help.”
The pimp sat forward and pulled you against him, his lower set of hands immediately going to the waistband of your pants and tearing them down. Valentino was never one to hide his desperation; if he wanted something, he was going to have it, no matter what stood in his way. You stepped out of your pants at the same time that his upper set of hands tore your shirt in half and tossed the scraps off to the side.
“Val, I liked that shirt -”
His hands forced you closer to him and his mouth encased your nipple, teeth nipping and tongue flicking. Your eyes widened and you gasped, hands flying to the fluff around his throat. His lower set of hands went to your ass and began to knead the flesh, keeping you locked into place.
Not that you really wanted to move.
He pulled away from you and grinned, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder, “On your knees, princess. Show me what you were plannin’.’
Your mouth instinctively watered as he pushed you down onto your knees in front of him. Your hands flew to the fly of his trousers and set to work on the belt buckle, prying it apart so that you were able to fish his dick out from inside. He never wore boxers under his trousers; easier access.
Valentino shifted, pulling his belt from around his waist and setting it on the desk behind you. You watched him settle back in his chair, your eyes eager; waiting.
“Go on, kitten. Show me what you can do.” He purred, one of his hands threading through your hair and holding it away from your face.
You lowered your gaze from his face to the cock in front of you. You had one hand wrapped around the base and your tongue slid out between your lips, instinctively wetting them in preparation. You shuffled forward slightly and pressed your lips against each of the piercings along the underside; four little bars. Valentino hummed with approval, his fingers curling around your hair and giving you a few tugs to encourage you.
You smiled and let your tongue slip further from your lips, running from the base to the head, where you began to swirl your tongue around it. His breathing faltered and you hummed, collecting the spit in your mouth and then drooling it over the head of his cock. One of your hands moved to spread it evenly down his length, tongue still tracing over each ridge that you could find.
“Good girl,” He growled, the sound coming from somewhere in his chest, another hand reaching for your hair and threading through some of the loose locks.
You winked up at him and wrapped your lips around the head, tongue feeling the smoothness of the tip. You made sure to work it past your teeth, at least, though he was so thick that it was a struggle to get it much further. Valentino groaned at the moment that you hallowed out your cheeks and sucked, his fingers gripping in your hair.
“Just like that,” His eyes were slitted, watching you bob your head down his length, his other two hands gripping the sides of his chair, “Beautiful.”
You pulled off his cock and smiled, pressing a kiss to the head and then moving your lips to press open mouthed kisses along the underside. The ridges of his dick and the piercings were a nice addition; it wasn’t just smooth skin, it was so much more and so much better. You shivered, remembering just how good he felt when he was inside of you.
One of your hands lazily pumped him, occasionally drifting to the top to gather more of his precum to add some wetness to the movement. His fingers curled in your hair and tugged you forcefully back down onto his dick, your mouth immediately opening to accept him.
His hips thrust upward and you coughed around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You took a shallow breath through your nose and tried to relax your throat, hand moving from the base of his cock to his thigh, gripping it for dear life as he fucked your face.
After a few seconds, he pulled your head away from him and pulled you up by your throat. You willingly went with him, gasping for air as his lower set of hands gripped your thighs and pulled you up onto his lap, your pussy immediately brushing against his cock.
Valentino pulled your face to his, his tongue pushing eagerly through your lips and meeting yours. You reached out and gripped onto the fluff of his throat, lips working against his as you attempted to fight his tongue.
“You look gorgeous between my legs, dollface,” He pulled away from your face and grinned, one of his hands reaching down to press against your sopping entrance, “Look how wet you got for me from just that.”
“Yes,” You whispered, your hips grinding down onto his hand to seek out some sort of friction, “Please, Val -”
“Please what, sweetheart?” His lips and teeth trailed down your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin and making your head arch backward to give him more room.
“Fuck me, Val, please,” You begged, voice broken, hazy with his smell and his hands all over you, feeling as if there were so many more than just four, “I want -”
“You want to ride me, sweets? Right here in my office?” He smirked against your collarbone, “Where anyone can just walk in whenever. They can see just how beautiful you look, bouncin’ on my dick.”
Your throat closed up slightly at the image, both sending a rush of pleasure to your core and sending waves of nerves through your brain. You didn’t have the chance to say anything - Valentino gripped your hips in a bruising grasp and pushed you down onto his cock in one fell swoop.
The ridges and the piercings pushed against your walls uncomfortably for a moment before your body automatically relaxed and you let out a long moan, gripping the fluff. You tossed your head back as you began to move, hips just knowing what to do.
Valentino groaned and shifted so that he was able to thrust up into you, his other set of hands reaching up to grip your breasts as you bounced. The pleasure coursed through you like fire; it didn’t help that Valentino was extremely vocal, each noise he made going straight through you.
After a few more thrusts, Valentino gave a savage growl and picked you up by the backs of your thighs, not moving from inside of you and standing as he tossed you onto the paperwork on his desk. His lower sets of hands held your thighs apart as he thrust into you; your legs immediately doing their best to wrap around his waist and just hold him against you.
“Val, f-fuck, ahh!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as one of his hands moved from your thigh to your clit, attacking it with a ferocity that you expected from him, “Mmm!”
“Keep singin’ for me, babygirl,” He pushed his face into your throat, teeth sinking into the flesh.
It was the spike of pain from that movement that sent you over the edge, your hands reaching for any grip as your body seized. You let out a wail of his name, back arching up into him and eyes clenched tightly. You felt and heard him groan against your skin and his hips stuttered against yours, his claws digging into your skin.
“Fuck, babygirl,” He let out an animalistic growl as he came, teeth pulling from your skin and tongue sloppily moving over the mark he’d left, “So fuckin’ tight.”
You shuddered as he came to a stop, your chest sharply rising and falling with each breath that you took. Valentino pulled away from your throat and grinned at you, his golden tooth shining brightly in the light that was above the desk.
With that grin - you knew the both of you were far from done.
