Back at the base, while Law was in your room to read the comic book you had gifted him and you and Doflamingo go to his office, with the both of you carrying the boxes you picked up for him.
Before you could make it out the door, he called for you.
"Y/N. Stay."
You closed the door.
You turned around to see Doffy grinning at the packages.
"What did the tailor smuggle for you?" You asked. "He told me not to look at the contents until it was in your hands."
"That made it sound ominous doesn't it?" He grinned, as he pulled at the string that hugged the box close.
You watched as he lifted the lid and unfolded the crepe paper to reveal artifacts that you've seen in ancient books that would have countries going into war.
He picked up the much smaller of the boxes. "This is for you though."
"You know you don't have—
"I bought you a gift because I want to,"
He lifted the lid to reveal a small diamond pendant that had a hint of pink to them dangling from a silver chain, your breath getting caught in your throat as the accessory stared at you.
"Doffy...this is too much. I am not... worthy of such beautiful things."
Always the humble woman, Doflamingo chuckled silently to himself as he got up and went around the desk to where you were perched on the surface, taking the necklace from its box along the way.
You tilted your head up to look up at him as he moved your hair to one side, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.
His fingers brushed along your collarbones as they skimmed to the nape of your neck, the cool chain of the necklace sending a shiver down your spine as the diamond settled itself in that dip between your collarbones.
"You're worthy of much finer things, Y/N." He whispered in your ear.
The intimate gesture would've shocked anyone. Even you knew that Doflamingo wasn't this gentle with people but ever since the incident years ago, things between the two of you have changed. What he said then becoming more and more true as the years passed and the untameable teen you once knew, kept his word. He gave you his loyalty.
The man that everyone gave their loyalty too, pledged to follow and protect his name. willingly and abundantly gave that to you.
"How's that brat?" He asked, fingers tracing the curve of your neck as he parted your legs, to step between them.
"He has a name. And if you must know, Law is very sweet."
"Sweet?" You heard the slight hint of annoyance in his tone but you dismissed it. His hands now resting on your thighs, sliding your skirt higher as he knelt before you.
"Yes, he's sweet. A little wounded cub. That look in his eyes when he first came here, it reminded me of you when we were younger," you murmured, your fingers running through his hair. "The look of utter distaste of the world around him....chaos."
"Does he now?" He muttered in a trancelike tone, his fingers hooking the fabric of your underwear, tugging it down your legs, wanting to end a day full of work-related phone calls with a treat. The absence of the intimate fabric pulling you away from your deep thoughts.
"Can't this wait after dinner?" You asked, a hand on his shoulder, to keep him at bay.
But your words never reached his ears as his eyes were focused on your heat, his tongue darting out to lick his lips hungrily and you held your breath, torn from wanting to cover your face in embarrassment or watch the Heavenly Demon who was on his knees, looking at you like a man starved for a fortnight.
But what enthralled you, was that the feared Donquixote Doflamingo was on his knees.
He seemed to be in the mood to shower you with more affection than usual and once he starts, he always made sure to finish.
Doflamingo found that pleasuring you was a way of showing his appreciation, the greatest honor any woman in this world would, and also where you and him both get what you wanted, that rush and release of sexual desire that he did his very best to reserve only for you.
Without a single word, his lips pressed onto your hot center, the mere action making your back arch. He only smirked at your reaction, a dangerous ambiance enveloping you, tell you that hasn't even started.
His finger swiped softly along your slit, your body jerking at the sensation, your chest rising and falling heavily. Your body has reacted to his touch so well, your aching wet core was a testament to that.
Finally, his tongue gave himself a little taste of what would be waiting for him later tonight. He felt your fingers grip the locks of his hair tighter and watched as you shakily let out a breath while he sucked and stroked your aching nub in slow tantalizing motions, your eyes shutting.
His tongue continued to lick and prod into your core, the sensation, a spark of electricity throughout your body as he tasted every drop of your sweet juices that spilled the more and more he feasted on you.
Doflamingo easily hoisted your thighs on his shoulders, the feathers of his coat tickling your skin, but this new position allowed his tongue to delve deeper into the depths of your warm sweet caverns. That indescribable, unsatiable sensation beginning to twist in your core as he had done so many nights before.
A shameful moan escaped you but you did your best to muffle them so as not to alert the others the unspeakable things Doffy was doing to you but that only pleased him further.
"Doffy..." you breathlessly called out, your soft whimpers of desperation only motivating him.
The strangled moan you let out and the way your thighs trembled when he slipped a long digit inside you, was a sight to behold. You threw your head back in a silent gasp.
Possessively, his hands gripped your thighs pulling you closer and securing you at your spot, his finger now pumping inside of you, his mouth never halting their ministrations at your sensitive clit. Your fingers clutching tighter at his hair and your legs wrapping around him, begging him to give you release, you back now flat against his desk.
He pulled away much to your disappointment, his fingers still pumping inside of you, a deep malicious chuckle reverberating in his chest as he watched your flushed expression struggle to silence your moans.
"Not so loud now, Y/N, someone might hear you." Doffy grinned, slipping another digit into your soaked core, curling and pumping relentlessly.
"Ah—" you almost let out loudly but you were quick to cover your mouth as your body quivered before him in blinding pleasure. Your walls tightened around his fingers that worked your core mercilessly. Your body was hot, sweat dripped down your neck and Doffy couldn't help but look at the necklace that decorated your neck, a gift that will remind you of how you were his.
The twisting coil in your core knotted even further closer to breaking. His fingers continued in their rough speed, his lips latching once more on your clit making you moan into your hand, your head spinning at the overwhelming sensation.
With one hand, Doffy undid his tie, bringing it close to your lips which urged you to bite into the fabric as doing so would muffle your cries of pleasure. He found those restrained moans of yours to be quite erotic...he had so many things in mind he'd like to experiment with you...and those thoughts only made his erection harden even more.
With one last flick of his tongue, you tensed before him, your back arching as the sweet rapture of orgasm tore throughout your body. Doflamingo chuckled before gladly lapping up every drop of your sweet juices as your eyes shut in complete bliss, your thighs trembling as the tingling sensation from between your thighs came and went.
"Good girl," Doffy purred, kissing your hipbone before getting up and reaching for a cloth to clean you up with, your eyes catching his hard member struggling against his trousers...maybe you still had time to help him with that.
As he was just about to capture your lips in a kiss, an incessant knocking at the door sounded throughout his office and you swore you heard him growl.
"Nyeh, nyeh, Doffy! It's time for dinner! Nyeh!" Trebol's whiney voice pierced through the door.
"I can't catch a break from him," you muttered under your breath, holding onto Doffy as you stood up, your knees still a little wobbly from what had transpired between you and him. "He despises me."
"No, he doesn't," Doffy chuckled, fixing your skirt, making you decent for dinner, your lace underwear discarded somewhere in his office. "What makes you say that? Trebol knows who and what you are to me."
"That man is always breathing down my neck. Questioning and thwarting my plans, my motives," you murmured, Doffy seeing the agitation in your eyes. "He distrusts me because I am a woman."
"Do you think I distrust you because you're a woman?"
"Well do you?" You challenged but you were only met with a grin telling you that should know better to turn the question against him.
"Out of all them, you are more deserving of my confidence...my trust. You've contributed to the best of your ability to contribute to my ambitions. You're not as weak as people think you are.They may underestimate you but those who have done so...have wound up dead."
"So?"
"I know better than to distrust you, my dear."