Synopsis: It’s just a cuddle session between Valentino and his girlfriend, Y/N, what could go wrong?
TW: Suggestive nsfw content (just grinding lol, mentions of soft sex?), y/n getting praised and lowkey has daddy issues (undertones?), coke, p*rn on the tv
A/N: got carried away but stopped myself😩😩
The room smelled like cherry cigarettes mixed with Valentino cologne and Y/N’s perfume. On the table sat a mount of white powder with a credit card and a few smears of the powder from the occasional snort. Meanwhile, the television played one of Valentino’s latest films—some porn he showed off to his girlfriend like it was his most prized possession.
While the actors fucked on screen, Y/N found herself cuddled up to her boyfriend like he wasn’t some Overlord. Like he wasn’t some sinner who committed awful crimes against humanity. Like he was just Valentino.
She leaned against him as he had an arm draped around her, one of his wings covering her like a protective shield. He smirked lazily, bringing his cigarette up to his lips and taking a drag of it.
“You want another line, baby?” Valentino softly asked, tilting his head downward toward his girlfriend.
“Mhm.” Y/N nodded against his neck fluff as she moved to sit up some.
Valentino hummed in approval, the sound vibrating against Y/N’s cheek before he shifted just enough to lean forward.
He dragged the credit card into the powder with lazy precision, gathering it into a neat line like it was an art form.
The television moaned in the background, skin slapping against skin, the actors exaggerated and unreal—noise meant to fill space, meant to distract.
Valentino barely spared it a glance.
“Done.” He announced, pulling away. “Go ahead, baby.”
Y/N nodded and leaned forward and easily snorted the powder up. She softly winced at the pain before it immediately subsided and went away like it was never there.
Valentino reached out and grabbed her chin, making Y/N look back at him. She was already gone from the cocaine, and Valentino only smirked at her expression.
“You have some on you.” He said, reaching a thumb out to wipe away the excess powder under her nose before licking it off his finger.
Valentino’s eyes lingered on her face a moment longer than necessary, watching the way her pupils had already blown wide with a faint haze settling behind them.
“Look at you,” he murmured.
His thumb brushed beneath her nose one more time, slow and deliberate like he was making sure she was really clean now. His hand stayed there—under her chin, tilting her face up just enough that she had no choice but to look at him.
“So pretty when you listen,” he said. “Didn’t even hesitate.”
Y/N swallowed, her body buzzing, warmth curling low in her stomach that had nothing to do with the cocaine. She leaned into his touch instinctively, lashes fluttering as her brain struggled to keep up.
Valentino smiled wider. “Yeah,” he hummed. “Just like that.”
He leaned back against the couch, tugging her with him so she was nestled against his chest again, his wing folding tighter around her. The TV kept going—moans, gasps, all noise with no meaning—but Valentino’s attention was fully on her now.
“You know,” he said casually, “most people get all messy on this stuff. Loud. Needy.” His grip tightened slightly, possessively. “But you? You get quiet like you’re waiting to be told you did good.”
Her chest rose and fell a little faster and Valentino felt it.
“That’s my favorite part,” he continued. “You look at me like I’ve got the answers. Like if I say you’re perfect, it makes it real. And you were perfect just now,” he said. “Did exactly what I told you. Didn’t complain. Didn’t question it. Such a good girl.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Y/N’s breath hitched, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt without meaning to and Valentino noticed immediately.
“There it is,” he whispered, pleased. “That little shiver. You like being praised, don’t you?”
A soft whimper escaped Y/N's throat before she could stop it. Her cheeks flushed as Valentino's words washed over her, each syllable dripping with a dark promise.
"I...I don't..." she started, but the lie tasted bitter on her tongue. Of course she liked it. God help her she did. She craved his approval like a junkie needing their next fix.
Valentino chuckled, low and knowing. "Shh, it's okay," he said, petting her hair almost tenderly. "No need to pretend with me. We both know how much you love hearing what a good girl you are."
Valentino's fingers tangled in Y/N's hair, gripping just shy of painful as he held her gaze. His other hand slid down to rest on her hip, thumb tracing idle circles through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"You're so responsive tonight," he purred. "The drugs always make you extra sensitive, don't they? Heightens every little touch..."
He demonstrated by dragging his claws lightly down her skin, sending pleasant tingles racing across her. Valentino's eyes gleamed with wicked amusement as he watched goosebumps erupt in their wake.
"Tell me, baby," he breathed, leaning in close. "What do you think about when you're like this?"
“I think about you,” Y/N slowly replied. “You and…how much I love you.”
Valentino's smile widened, sharp and hungry. "Do you now?" He murmured. "Tell me more."
His hand drifted higher, fingertips skimming along the underside of her breast. Not quite touching, but close enough for her to feel the heat of his palm seeping through the cotton.
"What else, baby? What dirty fantasies run through your mind while you're high and horny? Don't hold back now. I wanna hear everything."
Subconsciously, Y/N shifted until she was practically straddling him. “I think about us having sex.” She admitted, “you praising me but us taking turns being the sub. Just something…soft.” She blinked down at him, “is that wrong?”
Valentino's eyes darkened with lust at her confession. "Wrong?" He repeated, voice rough with desire. "That’s like…the hottest fucking thing you’ve said in a while.”
To emphasize his point, he gripped her hips firmly and ground her down onto his rapidly hardening cock. Y/N gasped at the sudden contact, her core clenching with need.
"But if you want to top sometimes too," Valentino continued, "then I can definitely get on board with that. Seeing you take control, using me for your pleasure...I’d be down.”
He rolled his hips again, letting her feel every inch of his arousal. "We can explore that together, yeah? See which you prefer.“
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