Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)
Chapter Seventy-seven:
Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.
WARNING ‼️: NSFW
Sorry for the late update, my babies! I really did not realize how long it had been since I updated! The next chapter WILL BE SOONER I promise. I love you guys though, thank you for staying this long!
Today was the day Doflamingo was to return. The week he was away was grueling. His meeting with Law went… well. He didn’t have to kill him at least. However, he knew he couldn’t fully trust Law. He’d have to make sure he kept an eye out for him. But for now he’d simply have Law working alongside Caesar in his factory. Vergo and Monet also were there on frequent missions, so he had more than one pair of eyes on Punk Hazard.
His mind didn’t stay on Law for very long. His thoughts were consumed by her. Doflamingo was more worried about what she was doing and if she’d still be there when he got back. She hadn’t ran out on him yet and she had ample opportunity to do so. He had kept his word, calling her every night he was away. She of course would reluctantly answer, sounding rather unenthusiastic. He didn’t care though, as long as he got to hear her voice. Doflamingo couldn’t help but think about what she said the night before he left. She still pretended to not know what he was talking about when he would bring it up. She meant it. She had to. Why else would she have said it?
(Y/N) on the other hand was trying hard not to even think about what she said. Every time the thought dared to creep into her mind she would drown herself in substances. To be honest, she didn’t know if she meant it. A side of her was completely in denial. She just blamed it on her hormones. She was in a state of euphoria when she said it. The other half of her recognized that she had been with him for almost a year. He was the only person she had here.
The day he was to return, she awoke with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The cat was asleep on his pillow beside her head. Doflamingo woke up excited. They were only a couple of hours away from Dressrosa. She didn’t want to see him. (Y/N) knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as he saw her. She feared that she might let it slip again.
Down in the dining room, the family was chattering about his return. No one even acknowledged her as she walked into the room. It was as if she never entered at all. She liked it that way honestly. It was easier to be hated by the family. Who knows what life would be like if they loved her as much as he did. The thought alone was sickening. (Y/N) took her seat besides Doflamingo’s empty one. She behaved as if she wasn’t there, just as she always did.
She couldn’t ignore the boredom and loneliness that consumed her during the week he was away. All she did was tour the garden and sit in the library. Stuck with herself. Karma was good company of course. She was never far behind. But she wasn’t Doflamingo. Whether she liked to admit it he always kept her entertained. Or at the very least distracted.
Before she could wallow any further—there he was, bounding through those two double doors, one extremely long leg after the other, grinning wildly. All conversations ceased as soon as Doflamingo stepped into the room.
“Welcome back, Young Master!” Trebol stood from his chair as he greeted him.
But Doflamingo’s attention was not on him. It was on her. Although his sunglasses obscured her view of his eyes, she could still feel them locked onto her from all the way across the room.
“Thank you, thank you….” He casually waved Trebol off, walking towards (Y/N).
“How did it go? Did he try anything funny?” Trebol wrung his hands together, seemingly hopeful that something exciting happened.
Doflamingo stopped beside her chair, looming over her.
“No, no…. Everything went well, we’ll talk later.” He said without even looking at him, still staring down at his fiancée.
He held a hand out to her, gesturing for her to come with him, still grinning. (Y/N) gulped, hesitantly taking his much larger hand. He then began to lead her through the silent dining room, all eyes glued to them. Trebol’s mouth hung open limply as if he had more to say. Everyone watched as he dragged her from the room without another word. The doors slammed shut behind them, leaving the family confused. Trebol still stood from his chair, mouth now closed as his arms hung defeatedly at his sides.
“It’s like no one else even exists to him anymore.” Trebol bemoaned.
Once out in the hall, Doflamingo didn’t hesitate to scoop her up in his arms, bridal style. She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. Without warning his tongue was pressed to hers and one of his large hands was tangled in her hair. Her cries and pleas were swallowed by his enthusiasm. The next thing she knew, he was moving down the hall with her in his arms.
“I need you. Now. My office.” He growled in her ear.
They had never done it in his office before, surprisingly enough. She always refused, claiming there was too much foot traffic. She didn’t want to get caught. Right now wasn’t the time to argue however. His office was closer than the bedroom and he needed to feel her body against his as soon as possible.
Doflamingo barged through the double doors of his office, slamming the doors shut behind him with his foot. He immediately bounded towards the desk, swiping it clean of its contents. He sent stacks of papers flying through the air and sent pens and pencils rolling across the floor. He laid her down gently onto the desk as he hovered over her. He didn’t even give her a moment to adjust before he began to kiss her again.
He was all teeth, tongue, and hands. Within seconds he was pawing at her and trying to pull her clothes off. (Y/N) of course obliged and helped him remove the barrier. The cool wood of the desk was a stark contrast to the heat of his lips all over her body. Before she could even register it, his strings were snaking their way around her naked body like a python. Doflamingo grabbed each wrist and pinned it above her head, pressing his knee between her thighs. The strings began to tighten around her hips, stomach, and breasts, all while trailing up to bind her wrists.
Doflamingo suddenly stopped kissing her. He then took a step back to admire his work. There she was, bound by his strings from the hips up. She could feel the threads digging into her flesh. He stood with one hand on either side of her on the desk. He was looking down on her excitedly, clearly proud of his work. Then he leaned in to whisper against her lips.
“You have no idea how much I’ve needed this.” He said between kisses.
He wanted her to reciprocate. Instead she just kissed him harder. He couldn’t take it any longer. A week away from her heavenly body was enough to drive him mad. Doflamingo disconnected from her lips and began to trail his kisses down her body, all while tightening her bindings., making her gasp. Doflamingo of course settled between her thighs as he always did. He insisted on getting her off first every single time. He wasn’t satisfied unless she was. Not to mention he loved the taste of her as well as the sounds she made while he was down there. He began by kissing her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to the spot she wanted him most. She could feel his hot breath on her core. He flicked his tongue out, teasing her.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head all week.” He groaned out between kisses to her clit.
She was bound so tightly she couldn’t even squirm or writhe. He loved the way his threads squeezed her breasts, pushing them up higher and squishing them closer together. In an instant his mouth was attached to her pussy and his fingers were working her nipples. Immediately she whined and threw her legs over his shoulders. God, he loved when she crushed his head with her thighs. He delved his tongue deep inside her, pumping the muscle in and out. She was already so wet for him. It took every bit of restraint he had to not pull his tongue out and replace it with his cock.
But no, he needed to taste her first. To feel her come on his face. Doflamingo continued to lap at her center all while she was twitching and whimpering. He didn’t bother warning her before shoving two of his long fingers inside her dripping, wet, heat, making her holler. He curled them deep inside her as he sucked rhythmically. The vibrations of his own moans helped guide her towards her climax. She could feel it building in her belly.
“Please don’t stop, Doffy!” She cried out, her body still tightly bound. “I’m so fucking close!”
“I don’t plan on stopping until I’m covered in you.” He murmured into her pussy, continuing his ministrations.
Within seconds her legs began to tremble around his thick neck. Doflamingo redoubled his efforts at the feeling of his lover getting closer. He peered up at her to get a glimpse at her expression as she reached ecstasy. Her toes were curled behind his head and her eyes were beginning to roll back, her whole body shaking. His tongue circled and sucked at her clit, bringing her over the edge at last.
“Ah, fuck! Doffy!” She moaned out, clenching and pulsing around his two fingers.
“That’s it, good girl….” He encouraged.
Doflamingo removed his digits from her hole. He always licked his fingers clean of her. But this time he crawled up from between her legs licking her from his lips. He brought his cum soaked fingers up to her mouth, brushing them against her bottom lip. She didn’t hesitate to take his fingers into her mouth, sucking herself off of them.
“That’s it. Taste yourself, beautiful.” He said, shoving his fingers deeper into her mouth.
He pulled them out with a ‘pop’ before he began to undress himself. It didn’t take long for him to be completely stripped and positioning himself between her thighs. Before he entered, he removed his glasses and placed them on the desk beside them. He wanted her to see him. To see how much he missed her while he was away.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve missed you, mi amor.” He reached up, stroking her cheek.
He slowly guided himself in. His size always made her gasp. She always needed time to adjust. Usually she’d grip his shoulders to stabilize herself but her hands were tied up above her head. He began to pump himself into her gently. He almost never fully sheathed himself inside due to his size. Doflamingo’s tip was pounding into her cervix, making her breath catch in her throat.
Usually his eyes would be glued to her face, watching every expression that flashed across her features as he fucked her. But right now he could help but stare at her bound and bouncing tits. He loved the way his threads bore into her skin. There would certainly be bruises all over her body. The closer he got to his climax the tighter his strings got. She could hardly breathe, they were so tight.
His strings hurt but god was it turning her on. Doflamingo could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way she pulled him in deeper with her legs. He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing small circles while inside her. She immediately began to tremble, crying out his name. He loved the way his name sounded on her lips.
“Say it again, sweetheart. Say my name.” He begged, thrusting desperately.
“Fuck, Doffy! Fuck me!” She moaned, her breath ragged.
Her cries only fueled his ego, it made his heart swell with pride. He continued to roll his hips into hers, his thumb moving in tight circles. He could feel his own impending orgasm. (Y/N) could feel a second one coming as well. Her walls began to tighten around his cock. Doflamingo could feel it coming and encouraged her—
“Yes, that’s it, my love! Come with me!” He nipped at her ear as he panted down her neck.
His words of encouragement brought her over the edge for the second time.Her body writhed beneath him as she sang his name in praise. Her walls fluttered around him just as he finished himself. The tip of his cock was pressed firmly against her cervix as he came, pulsing and painting her insides.
“Oh fuck, (Y/N)!” He cried out, his strings tightening even moreso, causing her to gasp and her breath to cut short.
After their climaxes, he remained sheathed inside her, their bodies now still. Doflamingo gently wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, his breath heavy. Finally, he pulled out of her, kissing her passionately as he slid out. As he began to dress, he spoke—
“God, I’ve missed that.” He said, buckling his belt.
As his strings dissolved, (Y/N) began to dress herself, back turned to him as if he hadn’t seen it all already. She did miss him too. Not that she’d ever tell him that.
“How’d your… business meeting go?” she asked, slipping her skirt over her hips.
“It went well. No issues, thankfully.” Doflamingo, now fully dressed, began to pick up his desks discarded belongings from the floor. “I wasn’t sure how it’d go, that’s why I didn’t bring you along. Maybe next time I check on my factory I’ll bring you along.”
She started to pick up the scattered papers that littered the office floor, stacking them neatly. To be quite honest, she didn’t care about seeing his factory. As a matter of fact, she wanted nothing to do with his business. She began to recall the time he made her play Queen with that poor man Alban Wick. How he made her be the one to threaten his livelihood. She didn’t like to be that person. She didn’t want to be a Queen if that meant being involved in his business. (Y/N) knew he was a deranged and dangerous man. She just didn’t know how bad yet.
