Burning Obedience: Funny Valentine x Reader

Private Dinner pt. 1

As the carriage rumbled to a halt, your heart skipped a beat. The grandeur of President Valentine's house loomed before you, an imposing testament to his power and influence. The soft glow of candlelight emanated from within, beckoning you into a world of unknown possibilities.

As you stepped out onto the path, your hesitance threatened to engulf you. Yet, your legs continued to carry you forward, propelled by a desire you struggled to comprehend. The gemstone hairpin glimmered in the moonlight.

You would face Mr. Valentine once more, for better or worse, your heart beating with a blend of caution and longing.

The door to the grand house swung open, revealing a world of opulence and intrigue. You stepped inside, your gaze fixated on the flickering candlelight that danced upon the walls. The scent of anticipation hung heavy in the air, blending with the heady fragrance of roses that adorned the room.

President Valentine awaited you, his presence commanding and magnetic as ever. He took in your figure, your gown a breathtaking display of silk and lace that cascaded beautifully down your figure.

As his eyes traced the lines of your gown, they inevitably returned to the hairpin he had gifted you.

''My dear y/n,'' he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. ''I see you've chosen to wear the precious gift I bestowed upon you. It suits you well, adorning you like a jewel in this grand tapestry of our evening.''

Your smile wavered slightly, a mixture of excitement and reservation evident in your features, wary of the possibility of getting hurt once more.

As you approached the grand dining table, Mr. Valentine's eyes locked onto yours. With a subtle yet intentional movement, he pulled out the intricately carved chair, revealing a seat fit for a queen.

''Please, my dear, allow me the pleasure,'' he murmured in a voice that seemed to carry a hidden invitation. His gaze never wavered as he extended his hands towards the chair, his touch electric with anticipation.

You felt your heart race as you reluctantly placed your hand in his. He guided you towards the chair, his gloved fingers brushing against yours in an intimate caress.

A hushed sigh escaped your lips as you settled into the plush seat. 

His touch on your hand lingered, trailing up your arm towards your collarbone in a deliberate exploration. The sensation was both maddening and exhilarating, and you found yourself leaning in, craving more. 

As his thumb brushed against the side of your neck. You gasped softly as his lips brushed against your bare shoulder, leaving a gentle, lingering kiss. 

President Valentine then stood up and took a seat beside you and reached across the table, his gloved hand grazing the glittering hairpin with a featherlight touch. His eyes locked onto yours, and he noticed the apprehension in your gaze.

It was a moment of silent recognition, an unspoken understanding of the walls you had erected around your heart.

''You adorn my gift with such grace,'' he whispered, ''That hairpin, a mere reflection of your radiance, enhances your beauty in ways words fail to capture.''

Your heart fluttered within your chest, your fingers instinctively reaching up to touch the hairpin, your thoughts conflicted. You yearned for something more, yet wariness clung to your shadow.

As the maître d' presented a bottle of rare champagne, the President's intense gaze locked onto yours as fingers gracefully wrapped around the stem of his champagne glass.

The gentle clinking of crystal filled the intimate space as he raised his glass. You shifted in your plush seat, a tinge of embarrassment washing over you as you recalled your previous encounter. 

''To us, y/n,'' he began, his voice a low, velvety timbre that sent shivers down your spine. ''To the dance we have danced, the ebb and flow of our hearts, and the tangled web of desire that binds us.''

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes locked onto his as the weight of his words hung heavily in the air. 

He continued, a hint of wistfulness coloring his voice: ''I make no apologies for my past actions, my dear. I am unapologetically who I am, a man consumed by ambition and driven by romance.''

Your cheeks flushed at his bluntness, but the vulnerability and honesty in his words began to erode your walls you had built around your heart.

''With this toast, I raise my glass to your resilience in the face of rejection, and the courage to open your heart once more. You've caught my attention, y/n, and this time, I will not let you slip away.''

President Valentine leaned in closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and raw desire.

''So, my dear, I offer you this evening, this moment, as a tantalizing taste of what could be, should you dare to embrace it. To you, y/n, and the allure that keeps me coming back for more.''

Your glasses clinked softly, the sound reverberating through the air as an unspoken promise.

Shortly after his toast, course after delectable course arrived, each one an exquisite masterpiece designed to tantalize the senses.

The champagne and fine wines, with its effervescent effects, had not only tore at your inhabitions, but also illuminated the calculated precision behind President Valentine's actions.

The President's touch became bolder, his fingers brushing against your waist, your bare shoulders and your neck, leaving a trail of tantalizing sensations in their wake.

You responded by reluctantly leaning in and placing your hand on the warmth of his thigh.

President Valentine's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and satisfaction. Oh, how he relished in the thought of your inner turmoil, the conflict between your guarded heart and the undeniable pull he had on you.

Finally, Mr. Valentine stood up and with a deliberate stride as he fully closed the distance between you, his eyes never leaving your face. He took your chin between his gloved fingers and forced you to look deep into his piercing eyes.

You found yourself frozen in place, your breath caught in your throat as he towered over you with an intensity that left you spellbound.

His voice, low and commanding, resonated with desire as he leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear.

''Y/n, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to make you mine.''

His voice, like velvet, wrapped around your senses. You nodded breathlessly, your body responding to his touch, your skin tingling.

His other hand began to gently explore your body. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your reservations melted away and you surrendered to his touch.

''Mr. Valentine'', you replied, your voice trembling with longing, ''I feel it too.''