Burning Obedience: Funny Valentine x Reader

Provocation

The grand ballroom was meticulously decorated with elaborate chandeliers, shimmering draperies, and luxurious flower arrangements.

It was a sight to behold, for the night of the ball marked the culmination of months of preparation in anticipation of the grand event - the Steel Ball Run race.

As the supervisor of the race and one of President Valentine's most trusted aides, you had played a pivotal role in orchestrating this extravagant affair.

In your heart, you hoped that the ball would be the turning point in your relationship. You dreamed of dancing with him under the soft glow of candlelight, his arms wrapped around you in an embrace that spoke of the passion and tenderness you shared.

But Valentine had other plans for you, as he decided to test your composure tonight.

As the evening progressed, he deliberately danced with other female guests, hoping to provoke a reaction from you.

His eyes were drawn to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull you exuded.

You saw through his game, understanding his intentions all too well.

Though your heart yearned to dance with him, you refused to let his actions affect you.

Instead, you held your head high and carried yourself with poise, not allowing him the satisfaction of seeing any trace of disappointment.

He couldn't help but admire your ability to see through his facade, and it only fueled his desire for you more. He was drawn to the way you could maintain your composure despite his deliberate attempts to provoke you.

Approaching you later in the evening, he couldn't hide the intensity of his emotions.

"You've handled yourself remarkably well," he said, his voice betraying a hint of surprise and admiration.

"Thank you, Mr. Valentine," you replied, your tone steady, though your heart raced with the desire to dance with him.

He saw the glimmer of disappointment in your eyes, but he was also intrigued by the fire that flickered there. He knew you wanted to dance with him, and that desire only fueled his own.

Finally, when the time came to dismiss the guests, he called you over.

"You are excused from your duties for the night," he said simply.

"Thank you, Mr. Valentine," you replied, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief.

As you turned to leave, you felt a pang of sadness, knowing you wouldn't get the chance to dance with him.

But just as you were about to exit the ballroom, you heard his voice calling out to you.

"Y/n," he said firmly, and you turned to face him.

In that moment, he closed the distance between you, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"I can't let you leave just yet," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Before you could respond, he took your hand and pulled you close, claiming you for a dance. The room around you seemed to fade away as he held you in his arms, moving to the soft music that played.

"You are not like the others," he whispered, his breath brushing against your ear. "You saw right through my attempts to provoke you, and I must admit, I am deeply impressed."

Your heart skipped a beat, his words sending a rush of both excitement and uncertainty through you.

"I couldn't let you leave without dancing with you," he continued, his grip on you tightening. "You are far too enchanting to be overlooked."

As you swayed to the music in his embrace, you couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. You had captured his attention, earned his admiration, and now he was claiming you for himself.

As the night wore on, the grand ballroom emptied, leaving President Valentine and you alone in a secluded corner.

The flickering candlelight cast an intimate glow around them, intensifying the charged atmosphere between them

He turned to you, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Come closer," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. A shiver ran down your spine as you obeyed, drawn to him with an irresistible force.

"You've been such a dedicated and loyal assistant," he said, his tone filled with admiration. "Always ready to serve, always anticipating my needs."

Your heart swelled at his words, but beneath that pride lay a deep longing for more.

"I know how much you enjoy following my orders," he continued, his fingers gently tracing the outline of your jaw. "You crave my guidance, don't you, my dear?"

You could only nod, your breath catching in your throat as you fought to control the overwhelming desire he ignited within.

His teasing demeanor made it all the more intense, and you found yourself madly, hopelessly drawn to him.

He leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, teasing you with the promise of a kiss.

"You're such an obedient and enchanting little thing," he whispered, his warm breath sending waves of pleasure through you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned in, seeking his lips, but he pulled back ever so slightly, denying you the fulfillment you craved.

He reveled in your desperation, in the way your desire for him grew with each tantalizing moment.

"Not yet," he murmured, his eyes filled with wicked delight. "I decide when and how, remember?"

You swallowed hard, your body aching with need, but you nodded again, eyes locked on his, silently begging for his touch.

"Now, kneel before me," he ordered, and you complied without hesitation, eager to fulfill his wishes.

The vulnerability of the position made your heart race faster, but you couldn't deny the excitement coursing through your veins.

He stood tall before you, a commanding presence that sent your mind into a whirlwind of desire.

"You're mine, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and possessive.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible, consumed by the intoxicating power he held over you.

"Good," he purred, a smirk playing on his lips. "Because I'm going to enjoy every moment of you submitting to me."

In that intimate corner, he leaned in again, teasing you with a soft brush of his lips against yours before pulling back, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

"Patience, my dear," he whispered, a playful glint in his eyes. "The best things are worth waiting for."

You tried to hide your frustration, but he saw right through you, savoring the way you squirmed with longing. His fingers gently traced patterns on your bare shoulders, making you melt under his touch.

"Now, my devoted assistant, I have a few more orders for you to fulfill tonight," he said, his voice dropping to a sultry tone.

"First, I want you to write a detailed report on tonight's event and hand it over to me first thing in the morning," he commanded, his gaze never leaving yours.

You nodded, your mind racing with excitement at the thought of completing his task, desperate to please him in every way.

"And secondly," he continued, a playful smile tugging at his lips, "tomorrow morning, when you arrive at my office, I have another lovely surprise for you.''

Your eyes widened at his wording, but you nodded, intrigued by what he had in mind.

With a devilish glint in his eyes, he added, "I'll be there to help you guide you through it.''

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, knowing that tomorrow held even more intoxicating possibilities with the man who held your heart in his hands.