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ᴅᴇʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀꜱ

ᴅᴏꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢᴏ x ᴄɪꜱ!ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 18+. ᴍᴅɴɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴄᴏᴀʀꜱᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ.

𝘼/𝙉 ; 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 !!! 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 @shanalikeanna 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮! 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 🤭 𝘼𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝘿𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙮.

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩 🤭💖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 💖💖💖💖 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 !!

“Are you sure it's alright for me to come with you?”

Doflamingo smirks slightly to himself, watching you get dressed under an almost proud gaze as you place the dainty, gold necklace he gave you for your birthday around your neck.

“You ask this every time, dove.”

You toss a somewhat strained look over your shoulder at him, painted lips pressed into a fine line before you retort lightly,

“I just don't want my presence to cause a disturbance. After all, this is supposedly an important meeting for you.”

You don't wait for a reply before turning back to the mirrored dresser, picking up your eyeshadow brush to blend out the smokey colors on your lids a little more. You feel a sudden presence behind you as you place the brush back down and you can't help but give a soft, happy sigh as your bare back meets a warm, sculpted chest.

“You worry too much,” the words graze across your ear, pulling goosebumps to your flesh as a large hand comes around your front to rest against your throat, fingertips pressing to your jawline and turning your head slightly. You hum as Doflamingo's sharp nose brushes against the side of your neck before his lips press along the same path.

“I can't help it.” You reply lightly, leaning further into his chest as one hand reaches up to caress through short blonde hair. There's a content hum that comes from your lover, warm and loving as his other arm snakes around your middle with his hand splayed over your clothed stomach.

“We could always just stay here…” He offers, though you know he's not entirely serious. He has to go, no choice in the matter, and as entertaining it would be to have you by his side, your comfort always came first.

You shake your head slightly before straightening yourself up and looking at him in the mirror, ignoring the ache in your bones to have him fill you right here. “We have to go, but at least it won't be long and we can come right back here…” You give him a loving smile, eyes half lidded as you continue, “And have a night that's just us. No family worries, no warlord craziness… just you and me.”

There's a fondness in Doflamingo's gaze behind his shades that always made you feel loved. There wasn't a day that passed that you regretted being his or giving him every ounce of adoration and devotion to not only him but his cause. You knew everything, every damned detail and excruciating plot, but you still adored him anyway.

And he loved you endlessly for that.

“Come then, my light. It'll be over before we know it,” Doflamingo purrs before giving the side of your throat another possessive kiss. “Let's get this boring shit over with.”

Entering the grand ballroom, you glanced around at the bougie decor and though you were dressed to the nines in a gold splattered, almost sheer dress, your body covered in thin gold chains sparkling with dew drops of quartz, you felt yourself shrinking under the overwhelming energy that buzzed over your skin.

A large, warm hand meets your uncovered back and guides you towards a circular table in the far back, where a few familiar faces are already seemingly into a few drinks, speaking in low tones right until you and Doflamingo take a seat.

One face in particular keeps eyes on you as you sit, taking in every curve and shiny curl with a quietly greedy gaze. Though Doflamingo doesn't notice, or say anything against it if he did, you on the other hand absolutely noticed.

Sat across the small table from you was none other than Sir Crocodile himself, a glass of what you assumed was whisky gently swirling in his flesh hand. Your eyes met his and he raised an amused eyebrow, a wicked grin coming over his lips as he set down the glass and reached it out towards you.

“How delightful for Doflamingo to bring his little pet to the meeting.”

You let him pick up your hand as you try to fight back the burn that prickles your cheeks and your heart sinks as Doflamingo visibly tenses beside you. You can feel his gaze on your connected hands as Crocodile lifts your much smaller one to his lips and presses an almost too gentle kiss to the back of it before running his ringed thumb over your skin as if to burn the kiss into your flesh.

You simply give a polite smile before sliding your hand from his and scooting your chair a little closer to Doflamingo's. Your pink feathered lover gives a prideful chuff, his half bare chest puffing out slightly as one of his arms snakes around the back of your chair.

“Croccy-baby, I'd appreciate it if you kept your sandy hands off my treasure, while you still have a hand to touch with.” The words that fell from Doflamingo were thick with an unseen threat but it only caused Crocodile to cackle, his head tilted back slightly with eyes crinkled shut in pure delight.

“Doflamingo, you can't bring a fresh piece of meat into a lion's den and not expect the lions to want a taste…” Crocodile nearly purrs as he brings his glass to his lips once more. “And your little pet is… quite the meal.”

Doflamingo flicks out his pointer finger from your shoulder and you watch as one of his threads shoot out right between Crocodile's eyes. The spot disintegrates into sand and you can't help but feel the tension surrounding the table rise to an extreme high.

Crocodile and Doflamingo stare each other down and though it's only a few moments of prickly silence between them, it's enough for someone else at the table to speak up in a monotone voice.

“If you boys can't play nice, we'll cancel the meeting and have it via Den Den, and this will have just been a waste of time for everyone.”

You tilt forward slightly to take in the wide brimmed hat that covered the speaker. Bright yellow hawk-like eyes meet yours from under the brim and a heavy shiver runs down your back, all the way down to your high heeled toes.

Both men glare towards Dracule Mihawk, neither stare doing anything to deter the world's mightiest Swordsman. Mihawk speaks again, this time with his eyes on Crocodile.

“Enough of this nonsense.” His gaze turns to Doflamingo who simply grins under the weighted gaze. “Behave.”

You can't help but wonder how often this has happened - Crocodile and your lover duking it out while Mihawk sits there shaking his head like a disappointed mother.

“Fine.” Crocodile huffs out before downing the rest of his liquor. “Doflamingo, tell me you at least brought the proper paperwork this time,” Crocodile drawls out, already bored, before reaching into his petticoat and pulling out a large cigar.

“Croccy-baby, that only happened one time,” Doflamingo snips back, clearly irritated that he was being spoken to like a child, though he's quick to gloat, “I, unlike some at the table, learn from my mistakes.”

You swear you can hear Crocodile grinding his teeth from behind the cigar.

“Pet.”

You stiffen at the nickname, not expecting to hear it from Mihawk of all people, though you lean forward slightly again to look him in the eye.

“... Y/N.”

Mihawk raises a curious eyebrow at your response before he continues, “I assume Doflamingo gave you an insight on how this meeting will work.” You nod and Crocodile pipes up with a snarking, “Are you his secretary as well, then?”

You can't stop the boiling in your blood as you snap back, "Wouldn't you like to know?” You immediately regret it as a shocked silence falls over the table, though you keep your head high and your gaze dark as you stare down the scarred man.

Doflamingo suddenly bursts out into loud cackles, throwing his head back and face to the ceiling as he laughs, unable to believe you actually spoke back without showing fear. His hand moves to the top of your head, though he's careful not to ruin the curls as he praises you,

“He really would like to know, it seems.” You can hear the joking tone in his voice and you can't help but snicker slightly, hiding a smirk behind your hand before taking a long sip from the offered wine already set on the table.

There's a sigh from Mihawk as he grumbles slightly, “Lovely, there's two of them…”

Crocodile then hisses back to you, “Impudent woman. No wonder Doflamingo keeps you as if you were a pocket pussy.”

A dark energy flares around you at the insult. In a quick movement, you whip a hand out and a thin, shimmering gold chain intertwined with brilliant blue stone attached to your wrist wraps around Crocodile's neck. The metal seemed to steal all the fight from Crocodile with one tug. The Warlord leans back in his chair, clearly struggling to breathe as he glares at you before snapping at Doflamingo in a tight voice, “Make her stop.”

Doflamingo simply grins, tilting his head as he asks in a purr,

“Bold of you to insult my woman, thinking she is weak or unable to take care of herself…” He leans down so his smirking face is next to yours, watching Crocodile struggle with a proud look as he asks, “You truly think I would have a weak nobody beside me?”

When Doflamingo feels Crocodile has suffered enough, he taps your cheek with his fingertips and practically moans in your ear, “Wonderful work, my love. You can stop.”

You blink a few times, shaking your head and snapping your hand upwards, the chain recoiling back to you and rewrapping around your arm. You lean into Doflamingo's side which he seemed to enjoy a little too much, judging by how he immediately began whispering praise to you.

“... Doflamingo, procure the documents.” The snap from Mihawk pulled Doflamingo from murmuring filthy things in your ear, giving a heavy sigh with a roll of his eyes behind his rose tinted shades. “Always such a stiff,” Doflamingo pouts to Mihawk who simply blinks once, unfazed by Doflamingo's antics.

You're able to gather what strength you had left to sit up in your chair, glaring down at Crocodile who watched you with the same disdained look as you finished off your first glass of wine. It's immediately refilled by Doflamingo who goes over the paperwork he pulled from his coat and slapped onto the table. His hand then goes to your thigh as the other slides the papers towards Mihawk.

“You'll see everything is in order.”

Doflamingo's hand inches under your dress, moving higher and higher and you find yourself torn between placing your hand on his wrist to stop him or letting him take what he wants, even under Crocodile's too watchful gaze.

That thought sends a warm shiver over your body, wondering how Crocodile would feel to watch Doflamingo take what was his. Would he get comfortable in his chair and touch himself? Would he be consumed with jealousy and turn to sand before covering every inch of your skin that wasn't being touched by Doflamingo?

Something must have given away your thoughts as Crocodile tilts his head slightly, his gaze moving from your face down your body to where Doflamingo's hand rested, those lithe fingers caressing a little too close to your unclothed core. A wicked smirk comes over his face and you look away, trying to pay attention to the conversation between Doflamingo and Mihawk.

There's a pause between the two as his hand pushes your thighs away from each other slightly before he twists his wrist a bit as his pointer and middle finger slide through your folds, just dipping into your warmth. Your breath catches in your throat and you freeze as Crocodile pipes up in a vice like tone,

“If you're going to be inappropriate at the table, Doflamingo, at least share with the class.”

Doflamingo stops just as the tip of his thumb brushes over your already swollen clit. You bite back a whine, shifting your hips slightly in your chair for some sense of relief, only to have it swiped from you as Doflamingo pulls his hand from under your dress. You keep your gaze anywhere but to the men at the table as Doflamingo lifts his fingers to his lips and licks off your essence with a wicked grin.

“I don't share my woman.” That same hand grips your chin, forcing you to stare up at your shaded lover with cheeks blooming in reds. “Isn't that right, treasure? Tell them.”

You struggle to find your voice and you know punishment is imminent as Doflamingo's jaw clicks, his grin turning dark as he almost seethes out, “Tell. Them.”

You somehow get out, “I'm yours.” Clearly pleased with your words, Doflamingo unhands your chin and you look to your lap almost ashamed, unable to believe you were so overcome with pleasure that you'd allow him to touch you in public - during a meeting for God's sake.

You take a few silent breaths to calm yourself before downing your second glass of wine, ignoring the raised looks from the men at the table though you peek at Crocodile and your heart jumps into your throat at seeing the lustful look on his face.

You give him another dark look in warning and luckily this time, Crocodile is smart enough to glance away from you, acting as if he were paying attention to the murmurs between Doflamingo, Mihawk and a few other men you'd never met before. You refill your own wine glass this time, gingerly sipping on the oaky red liquid as you lean back in your chair.

You can't help but silently hope that this meeting would be over sooner rather than later.

About an hour passes when you excuse yourself for a moment, ignoring the lasting looks on your back as you leave the ball room in search of a bathroom. Once you do, you lock the door and lean your palms on the sides of the sink, staring yourself down in the mirror as if asking yourself, ‘is this even worth it?’

You sigh to yourself before moving away from the mirror, quickly doing your business before washing your hands with another misty sigh. You hum softly under your breath and dry your hands off before looking back up in the mirror, only to give a startled, choked gasp as you take in wisps of thread slowly create the visage of your lover right above your head.

“You've been gone too long, dove,” the words brush past your ear, the words seeming worried but his tone felt a little too mocking for your tastes. “Your presence is missed at the table.” He then pouts slightly, “It's boring without you.”

You can tell he's playing games, trying to keep the air light as he takes in your face, a thread-twisted hand created from thin air as it takes your chin into long fingers. They tilt your head this way and that, shaded eyes watching every inch of your expressions before he finally murmurs,

“I think you should head home.”

You shake your head slightly, ignoring the reminder of Crocodile's burning eyes on your back as you reply lightly, “I'm alright, Doffy. It's nothing I can't handle.”

You can't see it but his eyes narrow behind his shades before his hand moves to your throat, his palm scratching against the thin, gold necklace as he barely squeezes.

“You would disregard my words?” You feel the threat in his words that send shivers over your skin and heat melting your core. Doflamingo's string puppet smirks, just like how he always does when he catches a hint of your desires.

“Mm, perhaps Crocodile is right,” he purrs lowly before dragging his tongue across your sharp jawline, nipping at your throat as he gets closer to your ear and whispers in your ear,

“You are quite a meal, and I grow hungry.”

You aren't given a moment to run his words through your head before you're lifted off the ground and your back is pressed against ice cold marble walls, your dress shoved up to your waist with your legs wrapped tightly around an uncovered waist. You have half a mind to push him off but you stop as the underside of his already erect cock slides against your damp core, his tip catching on your clit and sending pleasure rippling through your entire body.

Doflamingo’s lips meet your throat again as his hips rock against you, his teeth just biting down with a teasing suck against the flesh just as his tip catches against your cunt and begins pressing in. You hiss at the sudden stretch, reminding yourself to relax as you attempt to take him in without proper prep.

“Such a good dove,” he breathes against you as he pulls out just to slide in a little further. One hand gripping your waist and the other tugging your hair to pull your head back enough for you to stare up at him, your eyes half lidded and pupils blown as he makes you take a little more.

“Only I can make you feel like this, hm? Isn't that right, darling?” Like clockwork, the second he's got his claws and cock sunk inside your pillowy warmth, he begs for your attention, demanding you inflate his already enormous ego, which you do without hesitation.

“O-only you,” you barely get out, your breathing hitched and meek as you suddenly feel his tip hit something that makes you see stars. “Oh… Doffy…”

His smirk widens to a full out grin, teeth barred and sharp as he slides nearly his entire length into you. “Such a good girl, taking me s-so well…” His own voice quivers slightly though you miss it, too enamored in the pleasure he offered.

When your fingers tightened around the back of his shirt, he finally set a heavy pace, unrelenting and possessive as he claimed you in the most ornate bathroom you'd ever been in. His mouth found yours and it was immediately a fight for space, your tongues twisting and snaking against each other almost desperately as he thrusted into you over and over.

His hand on your waist moved over slightly until his thumb found your clit, setting a similar tempo in swift circles that pulls a loud moan from your lips, the sound echoing off the ornate walls along with the wet slap of him fucking you. No doubt any passerby would know exactly what was happening in that bathroom.

“Cum for me, my love. Let me feel you, let me fill you…” There's an edge in Doflamingo's voice that tells you he's close. You ignore the ache in your thighs as you cling to him with a soft beg, “Please, please, please…!”

His thumb adds an almost painful amount of pressure to your clit and just as he slides in, you see an endless explosion behind your clenched shut eyes, feeling your cunt flutter and suck him in as he lets a low, rumbled moan escape.

His breathing grows slightly erratic as his thrusting loses its rhythm, now chasing his own high and you feel when he finally cums, though you're left with an empty feeling as the string puppet shoots blanks. You feel his cock throb inside you but that same, gooey warmth the true Doflamingo always leaves you with isn't there, and you're almost filled with a guilty feeling until you hear,

“We're leaving soon,” Your head is pulled back a little more as the string puppet removes his face from your neck to stare down at you. “This isn't the same, as fun as this was.” He leans down and presses one last kiss to you before untangling your legs from his waist.

The second your feet hit the tile, the puppet begins to disappear. It watches as you fix your dress and hair, running a finger over your clearly bitten lips and over the marks on your neck that you'd have no way of covering.

The puppet smirks and leans down to press another kiss to your cheek just as his hips disappear. “He should share more often,” comes from the puppet, which causes your eyes to narrow in the mirror.

“Are you not part of Doflamingo?” You ask, rubbing the remaining smeared lipstick from your lips. Your eyebrows furrow as he cackles, his hands cupping around your arms with almost too gentle fingertips slowly running up and down your skin, the movement almost loving as he admits,

“I am a creation of Doflamingo, nothing more, nothing less.” The puppet's mouth meets your shoulder in a tender move. You're glued to your spot as piercing blue eyes stare at you over the rose tinted glasses, an unfamiliar look in the eyes he shared with Doflamingo. “But that doesn't mean I don't share his desires.”

He shares a final look with you before he disappears, leaving you feeling conflicted as you stare yourself in the mirror for a moment longer.

The second you're able to gather the strength, you finally leave the bathroom and once again ignore the pointed stares from everyone at the table, though the look on Doflamingo's face is a strange mix between pride and fury.

You're not even given a moment to sit down when your feathered lover suddenly stands, his hands slamming on the table as he lowly bites out,

“We're done here.”

You feel slight pride in yourself for not flinching at his outburst, gathering your things from the table silently though you do jump slightly when Crocodiles voice booms out,

“No wonder you seemed so quiet, Donquixote. Judging by the marks covering your little pet, your silence earlier proves you were preoccupied elsewhere.” Crocodile takes a long puff before sneering slightly, “And you didn't even have the decency to prepare show and tell… tsk.”

You roll your eyes, giving him a frown as Doflamingo slides a hand over your chilled back. You feel him flex his fingers slightly against your skin but you think nothing of it, focused more on leaving in one piece.

“Mind your tongue, Croccy, while you still have one.” Warned Doflamingo with a wicked grin, his tone light and playful though the threat remained true. Crocodile smartly said nothing in response.

Doflamingo led you away silently, keeping to himself the entire way back to the ship. The second you stepped foot back into your shared bedroom, your dress and the chains were ripped from your body, the quartz teardrops bouncing off the wooden floors into different directions.

You huffed and crossed your arms, staring up at Doflamingo with an unimpressed expression as you asked, “Something on your mind, my love?”

The moment the words left your lips, you were tied up in buzzing strings, lifted by your wrists as you were tugged back towards his grand bed. Your bare back landed on the plush blankets, your body pressing into the mattress uncomfortably as you were suddenly covered by the just as naked form of your lover.

“My puppet was supposed to come collect you, not fuck you stupid in a fucking washroom.” His words came out in a bite, though they weren't directed at you. You can't help but chuckle softly, moving a tangled hand from above your head to his short hair, running your fingers over the blonde as you murmur softly,

“If it makes it better, it wasn't the same. Familiar but… different.”

Doflamingo rumbles low in his chest, his lips peppering over your chest until they pull a nipple into its warmth. You hum happily at the feeling, letting your legs fall open more as he maneuvers his body over yours more. His hands move up your thighs until one teases over your folds, lithe fingers testing the waters as one slides in and curls upwards.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, eyes fluttering shut as he adds a second finger, curling again and again as he bites down on your nipple, causing your back to arch into his mouth.

Soft squelching echoes in the room as he adds a third finger, slowly stretching you to fit him though it's not long that you have your second orgasm of the night, shivers running over your body as you feel the tighten and the snap blind you for a moment. Your breathing falters as your hand falls from his head, meeting the bedspread with a muted thump.

Doflamingo lifts his head with a slight smirk before he pulls his whole body up and covers yours, his lips pressing to yours lovingly as he murmurs, “No one could ever make you feel like this…” He bites and pulls at your bottom lip for a second before letting it go with a growled, “Not even my puppet.”

Your eyes snap open as he thrusts into you in one move, grinning wickedly down at you as he properly takes what he wants. “Mine,” he hisses against your skin, one of his hands roughly gripping your thigh and moving it over his hip. You weakly try to cling to him but you're still weak from your orgasm and can't keep it up, causing your lover to huff irritably before moving himself from you and flipping your body so your front was pressed into the bed.

Brutal hands ripped your hips upwards and you cry out a moan as he slides through your folds again, your sounds muffled by mountains of pillows as he fucks you senseless. A swift hand meets your left cheek and you cry out again, begging moans of “More!” echoing off the sheets.

Doflamingo gave you everything you asked, no matter the price - clothing, food, intimacy, attention… you received it all, and the only thing he demanded in return was eternal love and praise.

And this instance was no different, as your voice bounced off the walls and sang out his praises for the entire ship to hear.

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #Donquixote Doflamingo #doflamingo x reader #fem reader #one piece reader #ok to rb #one piece #trades ; 🍊#AAAA oh my shana i loved writing this for you 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖#i havent written this guy in soooooo so long 😭😭😭 oh doffy my beloved....#also do not ask when this is set. i do not know. nobody knows. why are THEY here? bc i thought it would be funny. dont look too deep into it #😂😂😂

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