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physics-of-one-piece · 3 months ago

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Risk and Reward

(Doflamingo x Reader)

AO3

Summary: When one of the servants makes a mistake serving Saint Doflamingo, you try to save her and defuse the situation by shifting his attention to you.

Tags: Female!Reader, Doflamingo's Wife!Reader, Celestial Dragon!Doflamingo, World Noble!Doflamingo, Implied Forced Marriage, Past Dub-Con, Smut with Plot, NSFW, Enthusiastic Consent, Vaginal Sex, Size Difference, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Orgasm Control, Spanking (it's one slap), Slavery, Attempted Murder, Sadism, Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Possessive Doflamingo, Nudity, Adult Language, They're In Love Your Honour

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Welcome to my 700 followers special! 🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉Guess what number 700 is! The beginning of Dressrosa Arc in the manga (in which Doffy appears) and 700th episode in the anime which is also in Dressrosa Arc! Thank you everyone for following me, I love you all! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🩷🩷

I wrote this within 4 days and have no regrets, the only reason I didn't finish it within a day is because I was sick🤧 I have been wanting to post a Celestial Doffy x Reader for months now, so I'm happy inspiration hit me for a one-shot. I decided to make this a thank you gift to all of you who followed me. Thank you and I hope you keep enjoying my Doffy-obsessed blog! Is this the first ever Celestial Doflamingo x Reader fic on the internet? Maybe, I have NO idea. Send me flowers or sth, idk. This is such filth but I feel 0 shame, none. At first I was gonna write Doffy being kind of an asshole and sorta selfish with Reader but then Soft Celestial Doffy was like "but I love my wife 🥺" and I sighed and let Wife-Lover Celestial Doffy take over and have his fun, he deserves it, he's a good boy. (Sometimes.)

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You were sleeping. Until the shattering sound of porcelain breaking with a crash on the floor and liquid spilling startled you out of your slumber. You shot up in the massive bed, disoriented and sleepy.

“Look what you did, slave.”

You felt your heart drop. Shit.

You were up and awake within a second, grabbing the golden silk sleeping robe from the floor, quickly slipping into it.

Doflamingo noticed you.

“Good morning, wife,” greeted Doflamingo, not looking away from the slave, aiming his gun at her. “Sorry, I woke you up.”

“Good morning,” you said, tying the silk belt around your waist, your heart rushing in your chest. “What happened?”

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” said Doflamingo, frowning down at the slave trembling on the floor, silent tears running down her face, too terrified to audibly cry.

It was a sweet gesture for a Celestial Dragon, a World Noble of such high standing, and despite your situation of how you came to marry him, your heart skipped a beat.

“That’s very sweet of you.” you said.

“But this slave ruined it by tripping on the carpet and spilling everything.” said Doflamingo roughly, gesturing his golden gun at the girl. She looked no more than sixteen, and she was shaking from head to toe. “And now I have to wait another thirty minutes for breakfast and my surprise for you is ruined and it's all this slave’s fault!”

By the time Doflamingo finished yelling, veins were outlined on his forehead, furious and angry as he bared his teeth down at the girl.

Your mind was racing for a solution. Doflamingo didn’t forgive slaves for mistakes. One mistake, and he punished them with death for their failure. It was why a lot of the new slaves barely made it past a month, no matter how much the senior slaves aided them and guided them.

Maybe it would have been easier to calm Doflamingo down if the breakfast tray had simply fallen to the floor and only the plates with the buttered toast broke. But it had fell and everything shattered. What was worse, the coffee spilled onto your husband’s silk, golden pajama pants and on the carpet. You were sure the washers would do their best to remove the coffee stain, but it might be ruined for good.

It wasn’t looking good.

And then... An idea popped into your head. A risky one, but one that might save the girl's life.

“How about I make us breakfast?” you asked.

“Huh?” asked Doflamingo, handsome features twisted in pure confusion.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” you repeated, putting on a smile on your face in an attempt to calm down the Celestial. “And coffee, too.”

Doflamingo stared down at you for a moment. You didn’t flinch, didn’t move. You knew to get him to consider the suggestion, you couldn’t look away.

“Fufufu! And what do I get for waiting?” asked Doflamingo with an amused smile.

“If you don’t like it, that means I lose, so you can punish her as you see fit.” you said. “If you like the breakfast, I win, you give her to your parents and they can decide her punishment.”

“So,” Doflamingo said, a dark sort of thrill in his voice and smile. “It’s a game.”

You fought down a tremble.

“Yes,” you said, doing your best to keep your voice even and calm despite the painful banging of your frightened heart in your ribs. “A game. Between you and me.”

Doflamingo smiled. It was the same smile he wore when he saw you the first time. Like a lion finding the most beautiful doe to eat.

He lowered the gun where he’d been pointing it at the terrified girl’s face.

“Alright, wife. Let’s play.”

Your husband was watching you in the same way he watched you when you were making him his morning coffee in the café when he met you.

With incredible, single-minded intensity. His lips were set in a neutral line, his sunglasses staring down from the bridge of his nose at you, his hands in the pockets of his Celestial robe.

You knew by now that it was simply him being overprotective. He didn’t like the thought of you near knives and anything that burned. He didn’t want you to get hurt while cooking.

He would just rather stare than show that, though.

You finished making the toast and coffee within fifteen minutes, and handed them to the servers to serve.

Doflamingo smiled deviously, and offered you his arm. You put your hand on his forearm and let him escort you to the grand dining room.

Doflamingo sat down at the dining table in the grand dining room. It was a long table covered by a golden tablecloth, with golden-framed chairs with pink tufted backrests.

You two sat down, and the servers brought the food and coffee you made. As Doflamingo picked up the toast, you started praying to Nika inside your head.

Doflamingo took a bite. He chewed, and swallowed. Then he ate the sunny side up egg. Then, he took a sip of the coffee. For long moments, everything was silent, and you didn’t breathe.

“You win, wife.” said Doflamingo with a sigh, sounding disappointed his fun got ruined.

Your chest fell in relief, exhaling the breath you’d been holding.

“Get this slave out of my sight,” said Doflamingo, sneering disgustedly at the slave who spilled the breakfast. “Hand her to my parents. They’ll decide what to do with her.” He turned to the slave; the girl flinched, freezing in terror. He gave her a sharp, large, evil smile. “Thank my wife for her mercy.”

The girl turned to you, her eyes full of relieved tears. “T-Thank you, my lady!” She bowed down her head, much to your chagrin.

“You welcome,” you said, feeling awkward about your title as usual.

Doflamingo went back to eating breakfast. Now that the matter was resolved, you set out to eating the food on your plate, too.

“This is really delicious,” said Doflamingo, putting more sunny side eggs onto his spoon and putting them into his mouth, his dimples curving to his ears with his smile as he chewed. “You’re a wonderful cook, my wife.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling your cheeks flush. You always liked cooking, and you wished your husband would let you cook for him, but for safety reasons and because he insisted you weren’t his cook but his wife, you weren't allowed to make him food.

You wish you could. He looked really happy with breakfast today.

Doflamingo excitedly told you about the tickets to the ballet his father bought for his mother’s birthday. Mrs. Donquixote’s favorite ballet was coming to Sabaody Theatre, and it would be there for a full week. Mr. Donquixote bought them tickets to celebrate her birthday.

“It’s a secret, though, so don’t tell. And definitely don’t tell Rosi, he won’t be able to keep it to himself, fufufufu!”

You nodded, continuing to eat. The breakfast was indeed good. You were glad you didn’t lose your touch.

Once both of you were finished and the plates taken away for cleaning, Doflamingo smiled at you, ravenous and wide.

“It’s time for your reward, querida.” he said huskily.

You chuckled to hide the building nervousness within you. “Reward for what?”

Doflamingo grinned at you, hungry and wide. “For winning our game, of course.”

Doflamingo gestured you to come to him with his fingers. Swallowing down your nervousness, you carefully stood up from the chair, and approached him. He took you by the hand and pulled you on his lap, chuckling when you gasped as you landed on his thick, long thigh.

His long arms wound around your frame, effectively trapping you against his broad frame. Not that you would try to run.

“Out, slaves.” Doflamingo commanded. The servants scrambled away, not wanting to be the last one to obey the order. It left the guards at the doors and flaking the long wall.

Doflamingo parted your sleeping robe, letting the golden silk fall off your shoulders, revealing your naked body. There were hardly times with him through the month where your underwear wasn’t a source of annoyance for him, despite the lace, pearls and gold they were decorated with to invite his attention. It was for pure aesthetic enjoyment. These days, you slept without underwear, as your husband wanted your body available to him at all times, even when you were asleep. There were many mornings you woke with his cum sticking to your thighs.

Heat crept up your neck, flushing your cheeks as he stared down at your bare body like it was a puzzle for him to solve.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning in, resting his face between your breasts. His hands squeezed your ass. Your breath shook out of you.

“Thank you...” you let out, knowing it was the right thing to say to him.

The saint pulled you close with his other hand around your waist, until the massive, thick bulge in his trousers pressed against your bared core and along your stomach. Your thighs quivered.

His mouth distracted you from his cock, placing kisses up to your collarbone. You did your best to breathe, busying your hands with his robe, unbuttoning one golden button each. His large tongue slid out, and you had to bite your tongue as he licked a path down your left breast. Within a moment, the wet muscle licked across your nipple, flicking it torturously while his fingers dug into your flesh. Heat and pleasure sizzled within you, making you arch your back into his mouth with a gasp, your fingers tightening on the pink lapels of his robe.

Doflamingo chuckled, the sound tickling your hardened, wet nipple. He played with your breasts, saliva dribbling down your chest where he suckled on your nipple greedily, pulling more and more sounds from you, his thumb and index finger tending to your other nipple. All the while you had to undress him, slide his hands out of the sleeves of his robe (his hands immediately returned to you once his sleeves flopped down) and down his body. Once you came to the waistline of his pants, Doflamingo hovered up off his seat in the chair, letting you pull his trousers down. His cock sprung free, covered in precum, pressing to the burning, wet lips of your cunt.

You hissed at the contact, the hot friction leaving you speechless, squirming on his thick thigh. Doflamingo sighed in relief, the breath from his nose tickling against your chest.

Another shift of fabric, and then, Doflamingo was bare from head to toe, exposing his tanned, broad torso, the sunlight shining through the curtains bathing him in golden light, tracing across his muscular chest and abdominal muscles.

“You’re such a good wife,” he purred contently, nose nuzzling against your neck, his breath warm on your skin.

His long fingers reached down between your thighs to touch your slit, his index and middle finger swiping over your slick, smearing it further across your pelvis, making you squeak.

Doflamingo laughed giddily. “You’re wet already.”

His thumb smeared your slick across your clit, and you whimpered out a helpless moan of:

“Doffy...”

Your thighs were trembling. Your cunt was desperately empty, and your husband’s continued ministrations of smearing your own arousal across your cunt and clit drove you to the brink of screaming and begging for his cock, your mouth watery and gaze hazy from want.

At the sound of his name, Doflamingo’s entire massive body shifted. He stared down at you, unsmiling, serious.

Before you knew it, his hands grabbed your waist, engulfing your body completely, with ease. He lifted you off his lap and placed you on a solid surface, sitting you down.

Right there, naked, on the table, on the golden tablecloth.

“Spread your legs,” he said, his commanding voice sending goosebumps across your thighs. You wasted no time in obeying, your thighs falling wide open, as wide as you knew to put them, leaving yourself bared to your husband’s gaze.

The shame of being naked with anyone but Doflamingo in the room had gradually faded through these four weeks with him, but it made you no less uncomfortable to know there were guards everywhere in the dining room, watching.

Watching Saint Doflamingo fuck you.

His large, tanned hands pressed down on your hips, his fingers holding your waist tight, digging into your flesh. His thumbs extended down to your pelvis, prying the wet lips of your cunt open on each side.

The sudden cold air against your flesh made you sigh in relief from the heat in you, your sweaty body relaxing beneath his large palms. Doflamingo hummed appraisingly. The sound traveled straight to your cunt, making it clench around nothing.

He leaned down and pressed his large mouth over yours, pressing his lips to yours softly. A sweet, tender kiss. He started trailing kisses down your neck, down your body.

“Good girl,” he praised, deep voice seductive like the appraising devil on the edge of leading you to sin. “Such a pretty -”

He pushed you down, lifted your legs, put your knees atop his shoulders, letting your toes hang down his upper back. The breath was forced out of you at the sudden drag of your body on the table, leaving only your head on the surface. Your entire back was lifted, pressing along his abs, your legs too, ass high up against his broad collarbone. Blood rushed fast through your veins.

“- soaking -”

You whimpered as Doflamingo kissed your swollen clit, rubbed his devious fingers across your inner thighs.

“- pussy.” he said breathlessly, like a hungry tiger craving food.

“Say thank you, wife.” said Doflamingo, his warm breath and voice caressing your bared cunt.

“Thank -”

You couldn’t finish because Doflamingo buried his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your clit slowly.

Fuck. you thought, head thrown backward into the table.

“- you.” you gasped, your thighs trembling on his strong, muscular shoulders.

Doflamingo’s fingers trailed gently over your ankles as his tongue tended to your clit, licking and sucking. Your mind was melting. All you could feel was Doflamingo’s tongue, licking at your clit skillfully, covering you in saliva, tapping at the muscle, prodding with the tip of his tongue.

You couldn’t stop moaning.

When you felt like you were burning from inside out, after another suck and stroke, Doflamingo replaced his tongue on your clit with his thumb, pressing the warm digit against your clit at the same time as he sheathed his tongue inside your cunt.

Doflamingo pushed you down with this, sliding your back right onto the table, rumpling the tablecloth, dishes clattering. The new position returned some form of focus to your vision before you could faint.

You yelled out as his large tongue moved, burying deep inside you, the wet muscle stroking along all the nerves within you. He dipped it and retracted it, making a meal out of you as you bucked your hips into his tongue, arching your back to the point of pain. The large, superior length due to his size helped his tongue reach deep in your cunt. He found the spot inside you that made you moan just right, sweet and loud for him, stars flashing across your vision. Doflamingo started pressing his tongue precisely into that spot, sliding the wet muscle back and forth. You followed him blindly, canting your hips into his face. His thumb pressed against your clit at the same time as his tongue against the spongy, weak place in your cunt.

Another breathless, helpless moan of, “Saint!” escaped your lips when he dipped his tongue in your pussy against your weak spot, and Doflamingo decided that he’d fuck you with his tongue for the next hour just to hear you say his sacred title again like a prayer.

With each moaned “Saint” and “thank you” from your pretty mouth, Doflamingo found his hard cock throb and twitch, leaking more and more precum. If he came untouched, it would be your fault, and you’d have to fix it. You both knew it, and yet, Doflamingo didn’t have the heart to make you stop, not when you were letting go and enjoying it so much — enjoying him so much. It made him happy. The way you shouted his title he gained at birth, the way your voice gasped the syllables and broke at the end like the crashing waves against the Red Mountain...

How could he tell you to stop, when you were showing him love just as he is, when you were willing?

Just a bit more, and you’d come, reach the heaven’s gate. Doflamingo couldn’t wait to lap it all up, lick your cunt clean and bury his cock home inside you. If he was your god, you were his temple. If he was your god, you were his altar. If he was your king, then you were his queen.

“Please,” you gasped as your cunt tightened, the knot in you close to snapping. You were so close, but you held on, wanting - no, needing — to come apart on his cock. Tears welling inside your eyes slipped out as you begged, desperate and pathetic, “Please, Doffy! Please fuck me!”

If you ever fell from Mariejois, you knew you’d be stoned, or beaten, or maybe they’d burn you to a crisp. All for opening your legs willingly for Doflamingo, for kissing him, for hugging him, for holding his hand, for holding him close to your heart.

You didn’t care. You love him.

A few rogue tears slipped down your eyelashes from multiple reasons. From being overwhelmed by his tongue filling you up. From self-loathing that you became like this, that you bowed instantly to him, so quickly accepted your life and him, all not to die, and you liked it. From guilt that there was either the option of trying to find happiness in your situation and accepting his love or be miserable and eventually killed because he wouldn’t be happy if you were unhappy.

Doflamingo wore you down quickly with his adoration. You wanted to give him a chance, with as little prejudice and fear of him as possible, so you let all of that go the moment you told him “Yes.” when he asked you to be his wife.

You still remembered how surprised Doflamingo was that you accepted. You still remembered how he beamed, his smile bright and beautiful, like the sun.

You didn’t act. You couldn’t, and didn’t have the heart for it, not when he was so careful with you, like a wolf in love with a sheep, trying to impress you and convince you to stay, nuzzling your head and curling himself around you at night.

And now you were in love with him. In love with the same man that took you away from your home because he fell in love with you at first sight.

A sharp sting on your ass startled you, making you flinch, your whole body jumping off the table. You looked down at your husband between your thighs, and could feel his heavy gaze on you. It took you a moment to realize what happened. Your husband had slapped you on the ass because you told him to hurry up.

You could feel the leftover weight and force of his large hand across your stinging flesh.

You could do many things, but ordering Doflamingo what to do or when to do it was not one of such things.

“Good wives accept what they’re given,” he said, his voice as heavy as his concealed gaze. “Accept what I give you, and then I’ll give you what you want, darling. Understood?”

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding. Doflamingo called this a reward but the pleasure was too much for you. “Yes, Doffy. I’m sorry.”

Doflamingo smiled, wide and sinister, demonic. It sent a surge of fear down your spine.

“Good,” he said.

Without another word, Doflamingo went back inside you, stroking you with his fingers and fucking you with his tongue. Now, he kept your hips pinned down. You couldn’t buck your hips into his tongue, couldn’t move with him. You lost that privilege for now.

But the pleasure didn’t stop. It was building, exceedingly fast, the sting on your ass turning into an ache as your husband continued devouring you, driving you insane, whining and moaning as the pleasure built up due to his skilled fingers and tongue.

“Doffy —” you gasped. “— can’t — may I —”

All Doflamingo did was moan, continuing his onslaught on your clit and cunt with his thumb and tongue, not letting go of you. He moved his head slightly in a dip without breaking the rhythm. It was clear. You were allowed to cum.

You let go.

A strangled cry of “Doffy!” ripped out of you along with your ecstasy, the springs in your core breaking, the hot sensation exploding within you, an overwhelming pleasure covering your entire body, making you shake from inside out.

Doflamingo carefully lapped up and sucked the fruits of his labor, ignoring your whimpers, letting you handle the overstimulation to your nerves with choked back sobs, tears staining the side of your face and your fingers clenching into the golden tablecloth. The wetness of you stained his chin and lips like the ripe juice of a pomegranate. His mouth parted from your cunt with a smack that made your body burn. A translucent string of your pleasure trailed after his mouth from your core, and your body quivered.

Instead of dragging you to the edge of the table, Doflamingo pulled himself atop it, atop you. You gasped, taking hold of his forearms, fearing his weight would collapse the surface under your back.

He chuckled at your shocked face, leaning down and capturing your lips under his, encouraging you to open your mouth, immediately sliding his tongue inside after you did so.

You tasted the proof of your pleasure on Doflamingo’s tongue as his mouth enveloped yours in a hungry open-mouthed kiss, devouring you, making you submit to his exploration of your mouth. You kissed him desperately, face burning hot as his tongue filled your mouth, both his hands back on your breasts again, massaging them, rubbing your nipples and pinching them.

For someone holding the title of holy, Doflamingo acted the most unholy.

Doflamingo rendered you panting and breathless, your face flushed.

There was no more teasing. His large palms engulfed your upper thighs and pushed them up to your chest, holding them down, his chest bearing down on you. He adjusted himself between your legs, his thick cock smearing precum along the inside of your thigh.

He pressed another kiss to your lips. His cockhead nudged at your cunt’s lips, making you quiver and moan wantonly as you felt the blunt of him at your entrance. You held onto him, positioned like a bowstring.

With a lick of his tongue across his lips, Doflamingo finally sheathed himself into your heat. You bit your lip, the stretch burning due to his size.

“Fuck... wife...” he panted, shuffling on the table, knocking the glassware out the way with his hands, the movement so powerful the glasses flew off the table and crashed to the ground. Your cunt throbbed, and you let out a needy whimper when he bucked his hips, digging another inch inside you.

Doflamingo chuckled. “So needy...” His tongue slipped out, licking along his upper teeth hungrily. His cock twitched inside you. “But I like it.”

His warm hands returned to you, squeezing your breasts, making you yell out as a sharp lunge of pleasure overwhelmed you, rushing straight to your core. Your back arched, your husband’s cock sinking further into you inch by heavenly inch as he stroked his hips back and forth, carefully giving you more and more.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised. You clenched around him, your fingers tight in the skin of his forearms, clinging to him. He caressed your body, deep voice soft and loving. “I’m here, I’m right here, you’re taking me so well, you’re being so good, wife...”

Palming your breasts, knee over the side of your thigh each, torso curved and spine bent like an arc of a circular bridge so you could still see his face, Doflamingo thrust inside you with a single powerful stroke of hips, pushing through the slick walls easing his way in, pressing his hips close to yours, seating the entirety of his cock inside you.

You would have yelled out, if Doflamingo didn’t descend upon you and kiss you, swallowing the sound. The kiss was messy and desperate, hungry and full of need, but you didn’t care. The pain faded quickly, giving into pleasure. Soon, you were happy, your husband rocking his thick, large cock into your body with deep grunts, filling you up. Your hips bucked up into his cock to have the cockhead press all the way into that spongy spot inside you.

You cradled his cheeks, ran your fingers through his short blond hair, and hugged him around the neck. His muscled body shivered under your touch, his cock twitching inside your walls.

Doflamingo started a sensual, deep pace, his cock burying deep inside you each time, pressing hard into that soft spot in you that made you cry out in pleasure before he did it all over again. And you let him. Your hips met his halfway, arching your back into him.

“I love you,” he growled breathlessly, rutting into you, each thrust and movement of his cock inside your sopping, tender walls making you moan and pant. His fingers tightened around your thighs possessively, keeping you spread on the table, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass with each movement of his hips meeting yours, slick with the mix of your pleasure dribbling out of you as he fucked you over and over again. “My wife... Mine, mine, mine...”

Your vision started to blur, your walls clenching, the strings in your pelvis tightening with each stroke of him inside you, each drag of him coming deep in and out.

You were so full. You could feel your orgasm growing closer, the heat and tension in your core rising more and more...

“Doffy!” you cried, your thighs clenching around his hips. “Can I -”

“Yes,” he whispered huskily, cradling your face in his large hand, burying his face in your collarbone, placing a kiss over your breast, over your heart. A warm, gentle thing among the sweat and passion of his hips meeting yours. “Cum for me, wife. Cum on my cock.”

“Doffy!” you cried, coming once again, shaking to your core.

Doflamingo groaned as he felt you clench around him as you reached ecstasy, spilling on his cock, drowning him in your pleasure.

“Fuck… good wife…” he murmured, continuing to move inside you as you slumped down, exhausted, flushed and panting. “Just like that, querida… you feel good, fuck…”

Doflamingo started to pick up the pace, his hips smashing hard into yours. His hands took hold of your legs, holding them tight around his hips until your heels dug into his muscled back, his balls pressing against your ass. The angle was so deep and good you started to feel a quiver inside you. If it wasn’t for the ache of oversensitive nerves, you’d come again.

“Tell me you want me,” he growled, his voice echoing in your ears. He leaned his body down, resting his body atop your small one, his torso completely covering you. His large hands cradled you to him, pressing your face to his chest, filling you with his scent, his face burying into the crown of your head, his cock burying deep inside you. “Beg for my cum, beg me, beg!”

“I want you, Doffy,” you said, clutching onto him tightly, clinging to him desperately, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he moved inside you, basking in the heat of him. “I love you, Doffy. Please cum inside me!”

That sent your husband over the edge.

“Fuck —” he groaned, your name slipping past his lips wantonly.

The next few thrusts made you hold onto him for dear life, his cock pushing your entire body forward in jostling movements. Doflamingo took you savagely, roughly, hard and fast, ramming into you to the point it was too much. He pressed his face into your neck and moaned, loud and deep, then spilled inside you, his cock shooting vicious, hot lashes of cum deep within you. His thrusts stuttered as he rode out his orgasm, huffing and moaning all the while, until all of him was spent and emptied inside you.

Doflamingo caught you in his arms and laid on the table, panting deep against your neck, his hands clutching onto you in the aftermath, your fingers carefully brushing through his short blond hair.

The two of stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other regardless of the sweat and heat of your bodies. Doflamingo slipped out of you with a slick sound, cum dripping down your entrance. He pressed his fingers to your cunt, picking up the spend and putting it back inside you, making you whimper and squirm.

“Shh,” he said gently, his voice settling you down. “Stay like that, wife. It needs to stay in.” He kissed your neck. “Every.” Licked your earlobe. “Single.” Nibbled on your jawline. “Drop.”

All you did was shiver, closing your eyes, catching your breath.

“Thank -” You panted, swallowing. “Thank you.”

Doflamingo hummed. He licked the tears from your face, his wet tongue laving across your skin greedily, lovingly. Like a tiger licking an antelope.

You relaxed your muscles. You felt wrecked in the best of ways.

“I was supposed to be rewarding you, not the other way around.” Doflamingo huffed some more, sweat trailing down his bronze chest and temples. Then, he pouted, rested his elbows on the side of your head, and buried his face in your neck. “That’s unfair.”

You giggled, smile gentle. You reached up and caressed Doflamingo’s blond, sticky hair, basking in the beauty of him, his large cock hanging limp between your legs, covered in the aftermath of his and your pleasure, his broad body completely covering your tiny one from view.

“You reward me every day, my love.” you said.

Doflamingo smiled.

The two of you got showered, dressed and headed to the main manor of the Donquixotes by carriage for brunch with his parents and brother.

Mrs Donquixote was there when Doflamingo helped you out of the carriage.

“I hope my son isn’t being rough with you.” said Mrs. Donquixote.

Doflamingo blushed, which you found extremely adorable. “I’m not, Mother.”

“Good!” chirped Mrs Donquixote, beaming at her son.

“Did the guard deliver the slave?” Doflamingo asked.

“Oh! Yes, he did. Your father and brother are filling her in on her tasks.”

“Do they know she needs to be punished?” asked Doflamingo, leading you up the marble stairs to the large white doors of the manor. “She ruined my breakfast surprise for (Y/N) by dropping it.”

“Oh, that’s not so bad, Doffy -”

“It is!” insisted Doflamingo. “It was supposed to be romantic. For our one month anniversary...”

You blinked. Has it been a full month? You didn’t even notice... Well, you did, but you didn’t think Doflamingo would celebrate it...

“Aww,” said Mrs. Donquixote. “You’re just like your father. He always makes grand romantic gestures for me, even now. Though he trips up sometimes.”

Mrs. Donquixote giggled.

Doflamingo grunted, tilting his head away to hide the pink hue on his face. You, however, were staring at Doflamingo with wide eyes. So that’s why he got that mad... He always had a short fuse, but to think it was because it was a surprise for your one month anniversary of marriage with him. It was supposed to be not only a surprise but a way to celebrate a full month of your marriage.

You felt your heart melt, your eyes swelling with tears at his attentiveness. Your fingers squeezed the white sleeve of his robe.

Doflamingo noticed, and tilted his head to you. His face turned confused and worried when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his deep, strong voice softening with worry. “Are you hurt?”

You smiled. “Nothing,” you said, looking at him lovingly. “I’m happy to be your wife, Doffy.”

Doflamingo’s lips parted. He didn’t seem to know what to say.

A happy voice called your name. A tornado — literal tornado almost three meters tall — of blond hair and lanky arms picked you up off the floor, and you were lifted up high and spun around by Doflamingo’s younger brother, Rosinante.

“How are you?” asked Rosinante. “Are you sleeping okay? Is Doffy being rough with you? Is he feeding you well?”

“I’m good! I’m sleeping fine. He’s not. H-He is!” you gasped, startled by the large gap of height between your feet and the ground.

“Let go of my wife, Rosi!” Doflamingo yelled.

“Hehe, sorry, sorry!” apologized Rosinante, smiling goofily, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Doflamingo took you — actually took you with his arms — from his brother, scowling at Rosinante like he’d taken his most favourite plush. He rested you on his forearm, cradling you to him possessively while frowning at his brother.

“Doffy, are you going to carry your wife the entire brunch?” asked Mrs. Donquixote as she swept past them both, uncaring for barely reaching to her sons' waist, for her voice gathered both the blonds attention.

“I might,” grumbled Doflamingo with a pout, pulling you close to his chest protectively, his nose nuzzling your temple and brushing the strands of your hair. “If Rosi keeps picking her up.”

“I gotta hug my sister-in-law! And check you aren’t breaking her!” said Rosinante defensively.

“I’m not!” yelled Doflamingo.

“Boys.” said Mrs. Donquixote with a sigh that told you she dealt with this longer than you were alive.

They both stopped arguing and said, “Sorry, mother.” in startling sync.

“Your father is in the welcoming room. Doffy, please put (Y/N) down, she’s not going to up and vanish.”

Doflamingo hesitated for a moment, looking worried you might do exactly that, but relented and put you back on the solid floor.

All of you entered the welcoming room, and there was Doflamingo’s father, Homing, who very much reminded you of Rosinante by personality.

He lit up when he saw you and Doflamingo.

Doflamingo, however, pointed at the slave.

“She needs to be punished, Father.” said Doflamingo, frowning down at the slave, his expression cold and ruthless. “She dropped mine and (Y/N)’s breakfast.”

“Oh,” said Homing. “Um...” The elderly celestial seemed at a complete loss. “She can... wash the dishes... For a week?”

Doflamingo’s veins throbbed on his forehead. “Servants do that already!”

Homing flinched. “Uh... Um...”

“She can clean the stables,” offered Rosinante.

Homing lit up. “Yes! She can brush the horses!”

Doflamingo growled.

Homing and Rosinante sweatdropped.

“She can... shovel horse manure?” asked Homing, sounding incredibly guilty.

Doflamingo’s forehead veins retracted.

“For a week!” announced Homing happily.

And the veins were back on Doflamingo’s forehead.

Rosinante elbowed Homing in the side.

“For a - a - a month!” Homing announced. He heard the words he said and flinched, looking immensely guilty.

Doflamingo looked pleased. He nodded.

“How about we go see the flamingos while your parents and brother prepare for brunch?” you asked your husband.

“Fine,” said Doflamingo. He took your hand and led you out of the room.

Rosinante gave you a thumbs up. You sent the thumbs up back.

A few minutes later, as you sat with Doflamingo on the bench to watch the pink flamingos in the pond, you rested your head against his chest, and said, “I'm surprised you agreed on that game.”

“I didn’t want our month anniversary day to start badly,” said Doflamingo. His long, tanned fingers wound their way between the spaces of your own, intertwining his fingers with yours. “That’s all.”

You found yourself smiling. Genuine, happy. “Thank you, Doffy.”

“De nada.” he murmured.

“So, what other surprise should I expect today, Saint Doflamingo?” you asked teasingly.

Doflamingo laughed. He leaned down, his thumb resting under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his devious, handsome smile. His nose brushed yours. His sunglasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, revealing his pink, breathtaking eyes, looking at you adoringly and sweetly, with a hint of darkness in them.

Your breath froze in your lungs.

“If I told you, it would ruin the surprise.” he whispered, pink eyes full of promises. “You’ll just have to wait and see, fufufu!”

Before you could get another word out, he kissed you. You smiled into it, deciding to let yourself be surprised today by your husband.

A/N: Celestial Doffy, I love you. I love you, Celestial Doffy. That's it, that's my note. What a beautiful, wickedly sexy World Noble Saint Doflamingo is 🤭

Okay, fine, the actual author's note is that since it's a month in the marriage, I decided Reader is still using a mix of titles for CD! Doflamingo. For formal occassions, you refer to him as "Saint Doflamingo" and probably did even on your wedding night call him "Saint" or "Saint Doflamingo" and a bit of "Doffy". Of course, Doflamingo did request you call him "Doffy" in private and with family (or myb only when he's fucking you) but he definitely has a kink for being called "Saint" in the bedroom. He's still a narcissist with a god complex what do you want me to say? So it's a mix of Doffy and "Saint" or "Saint Doflamingo" along with terms of endearment. He likes being called "my love" & "my saint" For the public sex, well, as it's implied, Celestial Doffy is very normal with being nude within the bounds of his home and everyone just has to deal with it, and that leads to him not caring very much for the amount of witnesses there are when he fucks you. If he wants to fuck you, he'll fuck you then and there, and if there are witnesses, oh well. He doesn't care.

Hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading! 💕🫶🏻

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secret's out | lewis hamilton smau

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader summary: lewis accidentally reveals his secret relationship with you in an instagram story, sparking fan frenzy. request: yes/ thank you so muchhhh! author’s note:hey anon, i really loved and enjoyed writing your idea! thanks for you request and hope you like it and and sorry it took me too long❤

lewishamilton

lewis' imessage

y/username

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yourusername: i guess our secret has been reveled bt none other than my husband...

comments...

georgerussell63: you guys definitely made that podium moment legendary. Wishing you both all the best! 💪🏼❤️

danielriccirado: You guys, first you hid your relationship and then your wedding and you didn't even invite us…. I'm hurt

user1: the fact that george is his teammate and he didn't even know that lewis was married 😭😭

user2: ok, we already knew that lewis was very private but this, THIS is another level

charles_leclerc: took you long enough, Lewis! Wishing you guys all the happiness! 🥳

user3: can we just appreciate the casual hard launch AND a kiss on the podium?? absolute power couple energy 💯

user4: he way Lewis looked at you during the podium 😍 He’s been in love the whole time!!

user5: he fact that Lewis called you his wife on his story and we all lost it 🤣🤣 Congrats on your not-so-secret love anymore!

y/username

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yourusername: this secret and announcement took us less time this last time

comments:

lewishamilton: Can’t wait to meet our little one. Over the moon with you, love

user6: BABY HAMILTON?! Oh my God, I’m crying. This is the cutest news ever!! 😭🍼

georgerussell63: Congratulations!! Can’t wait to meet the future world champ! 🍼🏆

landonorris: BABY HAMILTON??? Alright, I’m officially shook. Congrats, guys! The paddock just got a whole lot more fun! 😂❤️

user7: Lewis is gonna be a dad??? IM NOT OKAY!!! CONGRATS!! 🥺❤️

danielricciardo: A little racer on the way? YES! Can I be the fun uncle? 😎🍼

user8: A podium celebration baby??? 👀 Looks like we know how y’all celebrated that win! 🤭

user9: he timeline is connecting… podium celebration = baby Hamilton?? You sneaky lovebirds! 😂💛

charles_leclerc: Wow, huge congrats!! The grid’s about to get a little bigger 😄

user10: OMG this baby is about to be more stylish than all of us. Already living their best life before birth! 👶🏽✨

Lewis' podium

The energy in the paddock was electric as Lewis’s car crossed the finish line, securing him a spot on the podium for the first time in what felt like ages. I could barely contain my excitement as I watched from the sidelines, surrounded by a sea of cheering fans. The moment felt surreal, and my heart raced as Lewis climbed out of his car, a triumphant grin plastered across his face.

As he approached me, still wearing his helmet, I couldn't help but notice the way the crowd erupted in applause and shouts. The deafening cheers seemed to fade into the background as he got closer. “Honey, I’ve done it!!” he shouted, his voice slightly muffled but filled with uncontainable joy.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me feel invincible. I laughed, my heart swelling with pride as I reached up to remove his helmet. The instant his face came into view, I felt the warmth of his excitement radiate between us. The crowd’s energy shifted, anticipation crackling in the air as they sensed something special was about to happen.

Lewis leaned down, his eyes locked onto mine, and in that electric moment, he kissed me deeply, right there in front of everyone. The world around us disappeared; all I could feel was the warmth of his lips and the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered for us.

From that day forward, we became the couple everyone adored. Fans began sharing videos and photos of the kiss, turning it into an iconic moment.

As the weeks passed, our relationship was the talk of the town. But it wasn't long before the news of our little family surprise came to light.

It was late, the dimmed lights in our living room casting soft shadows on the walls as I paced back and forth. The small plastic stick in my hand felt heavy, like it held the weight of the world. My heart pounded as I stared at the two pink lines that confirmed it—I was pregnant.

I had imagined this moment so many times, rehearsing how I would tell him, but now that it was real, my mind was a blur of emotions. Excitement, fear, happiness—everything at once.

Lewis had just gotten home from the gym, his usual easy smile lighting up his face as he stepped inside. He dropped his gym bag by the door, not yet noticing the turmoil in my eyes.

"Hey, love. Everything alright?" He asked, walking over to kiss me on the forehead, his hands automatically settling on my waist. But as he looked down at me, his brow furrowed in concern. He knew something was up.

I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his hands on me, grounding me. "Lewis, I… I need to tell you something."

His eyes softened instantly, the worry easing away. He pulled me closer, concern still flickering in his gaze but now mixed with curiosity.

"You’re scaring me a bit, babe. What’s going on?"

I bit my lip, the words almost stuck in my throat. My heart raced as I reached for his hand, slipping the positive pregnancy test into his palm. He looked down at it, confusion crossing his face for a brief second before realization hit him like a wave.

His eyes widened, flicking from the test to me and back to the test again. "Wait… are you serious?"

I nodded, tears springing to my eyes as a nervous laugh escaped me. "Yes, Lewis. We’re going to have a baby."

For a moment, it was like time stood still. He stared at me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, without warning, he scooped me up into his arms, spinning me around as a wide, joyful laugh escaped him.

"Are you kidding me?!" He was grinning from ear to ear, his excitement so contagious I couldn’t help but giggle, too. "We’re having a baby?!"

"Yeah… we’re having a baby." I nodded, my heart swelling as I saw how happy he was.

Lewis set me down gently, but his arms stayed wrapped around me, his forehead resting against mine.

"I can’t believe this," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "You’re going to be the most amazing mom, you know that?"

"And you’re going to be the best dad. Our little one’s going to be so lucky." I smiled, feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes, his expression soft and full of love.

"This is the best news I could’ve ever imagined. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice catching with emotion.

Lewis placed a hand on my stomach, still grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. "Our little secret," he said, his voice hushed, as if speaking too loud would make it any less real.

As the initial shock and excitement settled in, Lewis and I spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, talking about everything that lay ahead. The glow in his eyes hadn’t dimmed one bit; if anything, it had grown brighter with every moment.

"I still can’t believe it," he whispered, running his fingers softly over my stomach. "We’re actually having a baby."

I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. "It’s real, Lewis. You’re going to be a dad."

"You know, now that I think about it, when do you reckon we… you know, made this little one?" A playful smirk spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes at his cheeky tone. "Really? That’s what you’re thinking about now?"

"Well," he chuckled, nudging me slightly. "It’s not every day you find out you're going to be a dad. I’m just curious." He paused, tilting his head as if considering the options. "I mean, we’ve been busy lately…"

I snorted, shaking my head. "Busy is an understatement. We travel all the time."

Suddenly, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and I saw the gears turning in his head. "Wait… what about Monaco? You remember? After that podium…"

I froze for a second, my mind flashing back to that night. The celebration had been wild—Lewis had just gotten his first podium in a while, and we were on cloud nine. The champagne, the excitement, the adrenaline… and later that night, when we finally got back to our home…

I fele my cheeks flush. "Oh my God, Lewis."

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, clearly putting it all together. "That’s when it happened, didn’t it? The night of the podium celebration! No wonder the timing makes sense."

I covered my face with my hands, laughing as the memory came flooding back. "I can’t believe this! You’re right. That’s when it happened."

Lewis burst out laughing, clearly delighted by the connection. "No wonder I felt so invincible that weekend. Turns out, we had a little extra reason to celebrate!"

I playfully swatted his arm, though I couldn’t stop laughing either. "We’ll never live this down, you know. People are going to figure it out, and the teasing is going to be relentless."

He shrugged, still grinning like a fool. "Let them talk. They can tease us all they want. As long as I’ve got you and this little one, I don’t care."

I smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his words. "You’re such a sap sometimes, you know that?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "Only for you, love."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other and in the realization of what was to come, I couldn’t help but think about how crazy our journey had been so far. And now, with a baby on the way, it was about to get even crazier. But with Lewis by my side, I knew we could handle anything—even the endless teasing from our friends and fans.

"Just wait until the guys hear about this," he said with a wink, already anticipating the chaos to come.

I rolled my eyes again but smiled. "Oh, I’m sure they’ll never let us forget it."

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